She
found several books on the psychological aftermath of crime victims.
She bought them all, with a quick look over her shoulder for Rhys,
then stuck them in a bag and hurried back to him. She was almost
a doctor, after all. She should be able to understand their problems
as victims and deal with it. Scanning the books made her even
more aware that they were both suffering from problems related
to their experiences
Rhys
had picked up a briefcase and something else. While they had lunch
at a restaurant in the mall, he handed her a small box. He nudged
her when she looked at it but didn't move. "Open it."
"Rhys..."
"Open
it. Please."
She
looked up at him then back at the blue jeweler's box. His engagement
ring gleamed on her finger again after the police returned it.
He'd never bought her jewelry besides that ring. She opened it
carefully. It was a string of pearls. Perfectly matched. They
gleamed like tiny moons against the blue velvet.
"I
think we can assume yours were lost in the fire at my house,"
he said casually.
Jessie
felt tears come to her eyes. They couldn't replace the sentimental
value of her grandmother's pearls but they would have a new place
in her heart. "Thank you, Rhys. I didn't buy you anything but
you lost the most."
"I
disagree," he assured her, taking her hand. "I still have you."
"Those
are some mighty pretty words," she retorted, glancing away from
his face. "But you still lost everything."
"I'm
not really dealing with that yet. I'm waiting until the rest of
this is over Then I'm going to go in the woods and howl like a
banshee."
She
wiped a tear from her eye. "Sounds like a plan. Can I come?"
"Do
you howl well?" he asked pointedly.
"Like
a banshee. A big, wailing banshee."
"Then
you're in." He sat back in his chair. "What's in the bag?"
"Books,"
she replied honestly, hoping he wouldn't ask what kind. "I thought
I might do some reading while we're on the road."
"Like
going to the beach?"
"Exactly."
"Are
you ready to face this man?" His gaze searched her face.
"As
ready as I can be." She took a deep breath. "I can't believe this
could be him! It wouldn't make any sense."
"It
may not be him," Rhys obliged her. "The police do make the wrong
arrests from time to time, don't they?"