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Was he serious? He couldn’t be. Could he . . . ? “Okay . . . I will . . . think on it,” she said cautiously.
“Think hard,” he suggested as she pulled away and started for the door. “Think real hard.”
She did, for the next three days, while she waited for him to be released. She thought about it a lot. It was a crazy idea, but she asked herself what was she waiting for? And what about her life wasn’t a little off the rails?
She rented a car as what was left of the totaled Subaru was with the police. Though she tried repeatedly, her brother and sister refused to see her. As it turned out, they blamed her for the death of their biological father, Brett. Someday, when enough time had passed, maybe, they would sort everything out and want to reconnect. She hoped. She had left word with their attorney. They knew she existed; they could come to her. She wasn’t holding out hope.
Shawna, aka Seneca, too, refused to speak to her.
Not a surprise, since in Remmi’s statement to the police she repeated what Brett Hedges had told her, so Shawna might end up in jail, along with her husband, for killing OH2.
Or maybe not.
They could afford expensive criminal lawyers, and OH2’s body couldn’t be exhumed, as he’d been cremated. The only other person who had known the truth, Brett Hedges, too, was dead. She thought about that and how he’d saved Ariel from dying in the desert when the Mustang had gone up in flames. Somehow he’d helped his daughter survive. What had seemed certain death, which had been part of his plan, even though he’d expected to be saving his son. It had been a dangerous, near-fatal plan and a miracle that Ariel had lived. Maybe Brett hadn’t been completely evil.
Then again . . .
She’d thought about that night a lot and was putting it behind her. She’d also considered Noah’s proposal for three days, and when he’d recovered and was finally released from the hospital and ensconced in the passenger seat of the rented Ford Escape, she said, “Okay, I’ve thought.”
He didn’t pretend to misunderstand. “And?”
“And there’s a little drive-through chapel in Las Vegas that would be perfect.”
He grinned. “You’re taking me there now? Right out of the hospital?”
“No way.” Sliding her sunglasses onto her nose, she said, “Greta would kill me if she wasn’t invited. Tell ya what. If you move your business to San Francisco, and we rent the upper two floors from Greta, and you work with Emma via FaceTime, or she moves up to the city, too, and things work out, then we’ll come back to that chapel. Maybe on Valentine’s Day.”
She started the car, and as the wintry Nevada sun bore down on them, she slid a glance his way. “What do you say?”
“I’m in.” He grabbed her knee. “But let’s not wait that long. How about Christmas instead? I mean even though it’s over a month away, people are already celebrating, have been for a couple of weeks. It feels right, don’t you think?”
Catching the freeway that would eventually take them home, she decided she had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
Grinning, she said, “Looks like you and I are destined for a happy holiday.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes!”
And they both broke into laughter as she hit the gas.
