by Ivy Jordan
“Not a problem,” he replied without much emotion.
“I didn’t think this young man would find you out there. I figured we’d be searching for two people when the snow cleared,” Sheriff Michaels gasped.
He pushed his hand over his mouth and sat down in the chair beside me, leaning back and just staring at me like I was a ghost.
“How did you end up in the woods?” he asked.
I really wasn’t in the mood for questions, but I knew they were unavoidable.
“I was hiking. They said it would be clear that day,” I explained.
He sighed, removing his hand from his mouth. “Yes, that storm came out of nowhere,” he agreed.
“How do you know this man, Liam, is it?” Sheriff asked, motioning towards Liam who stood behind my chair.
“The man who found me, they were SEAL brothers. He was the only one he could get in contact with, but then we lost service,” I explained.
Sheriff Michaels nodded as I spoke, seemingly surprised by my every word.
“How’s my dad?” I questioned.
“He’s doing good, just worried about you,” he noted.
Relief rushed over my body like a warm blanket. I just wanted to get out of there and get to him.
“Can we do this later? I just really want to get home,” I sighed.
“Sure-yes, of course,” he fumbled.
“Do you have your car, or do you need a ride?” he asked.
“My car’s at the bottom of the mountain. It’s probably frozen, and I know it won’t make it through the roads we travelled to get here,” I stated.
“I’ll take her home,” Liam spoke up, his hands gripping at my shoulders.
I hadn’t realized just how tense I’d been until his strong hands started to squeeze at the muscles in my shoulders and neck. The motion quickly soothed my anxiety and had me ready to go.
“Thank you,” I turned to look at the man who helped get me home.
“We’ll stop by the house later to get a report,” Sheriff Michaels stated.
I nodded, scooted out of my chair, and extended my hand to the Sheriff for a quick shake. Instead, he pulled me in for a large bear hug against his squishy belly and inside of his thick arms.
I melted in his arms, not realizing just how much I’d missed being back in civilization until that very moment. I pulled free, noticing the tear drop falling from the man’s left eye.
“We’re really glad you’re home safe,” he breathed.
Liam took my hand and led me out the front doors as tears rolled down my face. In the truck, I showed him which way to go, surprised at how easily I remembered everything as we passed it. When we pulled up in front of the little green house with white rockers on the front porch, I started bawling.
Liam’s strong arms surrounded me, pulling me into his chest as I sniffled. I quickly wiped away my tears, cleaning my cheeks as quickly as they were wetted, and calmed myself down enough to pull loose.
“You want me to go in with you?” he asked.
“No, I’ll be fine. There’s a key under the mat,” I assured him.
I wanted to tell him to let Xander know how much I missed him already, and that I truly cared for him, that I loved him. Instead, I thanked him and slid out of the truck. He waited by the curb while I walked up the sidewalk that had been neatly cleared and salted by one of the neighbors.
The spare key was under the mat right where I left it, making me wonder who, if anyone, had taken care of my dad all this time. I pushed the key into the lock, and then turned it until I heard the click.
The smell of vanilla candles, my dad’s favorite, filled the small front room. It was dark, quiet, and a little eerie as I turned to wave at Liam, and then took my first steps inside.
“Dad?” I called out.
My heart raced at the lack of response. I walked towards my dad’s bedroom slowly, hoping that I wouldn’t find him gone, or worse, there and passed on to the better place, as he called it.
He was there, wearing striped pajamas with the covers pushed onto the floor. He didn’t move, causing me to gasp as I took a step closer. I fought back tears as I reached towards him, resting my hand on his shoulder. It was cold, but the covers were on the floor, and the ceiling fan was spinning on high. I said a small prayer before saying his name again, hopeful for a response this time.
“Bailey?” he mumbled, his voice so weak. He turned from his side to his back, his eyes wide and wet as they stared at me. “Is it really you?” he asked.
“It’s really me. I’m so sorry,” I sobbed, gushing with an overwhelming feeling of guilt.
He took my hand and held it tightly against his chest. I stared down at it, the same wrinkled, aged hand with spots that had been in my dream.
“You have nothing to be sorry about. I’m so glad you’re safe. Are you okay?” he gushed.
I nodded, wiping away my fallen tears with my free hand.
“Someone said you were trapped in the storm with a mountain man,” he gasped.
I giggled at hearing Xander referred to that way.
“I was,” I smiled.
“Did he hurt you? No one knew who he was. Said he might be a convict.” My dad’s eyes widened as he spoke.
“He didn’t hurt me. He was a very nice man who saved me,” I asserted.
My dad smiled, his eyes softened, and I could tell he was struggling to stay awake. His IV was dripping with what looked like a new bag, and I noticed his medication was all sorted on the dresser. Someone had been taking care of him, and from what I could tell, very good care of him.
“Get some rest, Dad. I love you,” I leaned down, kissing him on the cheek.
He patted my hand before releasing it, and then fell asleep before I took a step away from the hospital bed he slept in.
I walked into my room and stripped out of the clothes that Xander had given me to wear. I knew Dad would sleep for a while. Sleep is all he did. I took a quick shower, washing the smell of the woods from my body and hair, but also the scent of Xander, which I immediately missed.
I wrapped a towel tightly around my head like a turban and one around my body, and I heard something outside my door.
My heart raced as I leaned against my bedroom door, listening to the strange noises just outside. My dad was grumbling something I couldn’t understand, and then someone, a female, responded.
I turned the doorknob, slowly stepped out into the hall and heard Lila, my neighbor and best friend from school asking my dad who had been here to take the key from the mat.
“Bailey,” he mumbled.
“Bailey’s gone,” she whispered, rubbing the old man’s head.
I stepped into the room, cleared my throat, and watched as her eyes moved towards me.
“Bailey!” she screeched, rushing towards me with open arms.
She jumped up and down as she gripped me around the waist, pulling my own feet from the ground from her excitement.
“I wondered who took the key,” she sighed, releasing me and staring at me the same way Sheriff Michaels had.
“I left the door unlocked,” I smiled.
“I’m so glad they found you. When did you get back?” she beamed.
“Just long enough to get a shower. Have you been taking care of Dad?” I questioned.
She nodded.
I leaned in, hugging her again, squeezing her with all my appreciation. Tears rolled down my face as I pulled back, so grateful for my friend.
“Thank you, so much,” I gushed.
“It was nothing. You know I love Jack, and I wasn’t about to let anyone else step in,” she smirked, looking over her shoulder at the old man.
He was a handful—that much we both knew—but a lovable man with a huge heart. Anyone else, someone who didn’t know him, would just think he was a stubborn old fart. We both laughed as we obviously had the same thought run through our minds.
“How’s he been?” I asked, stepping out of the room where he couldn’t hear.
> We sat down on the couch, and Lila told me how he’d had a few incidents and how his treatment didn’t seem to making any more progress.
“He’s refusing to have any more treatments,” she informed me.
My chest caved in, and my stomach rumbled.
“He can’t stop now,” I cried.
“He said it’s making him sick, and he’s gonna die anyway. He said he wants to have a few good days before he goes,” she explained.
That sounded like Dad. Yes, he was stubborn, but he was right. The treatments had made him sick, and if they weren’t working, I didn’t want to see him suffer more than necessary.
I nodded, wiping away my tears and fell back onto the cushion of the couch.
“So, where were you? Is it true a mountain man kidnapped you?” Lila questioned.
I giggled as I watched her eyes widen. This was seriously what people thought?
“I went hiking, and a storm hit. Xander found me on the path near his cabin,” I explained.
“Xander?” she quizzed.
“Yes. He moved out here a few months ago. He saved my life,” I added.
“Why is he living out there on the mountain all alone? Is he running from something?” she gasped.
Lila always did love a good rumor, even the ones she had to start herself.
“He’s a retired SEAL. He just likes his peace,” I smiled. A soft sigh rolled from my lips as I thought about Xander.
“What did you do in that cabin for two weeks?” Lila’s eyes widened even wider than before.
The curiosity in her expression was making me blush. We’d always told each other everything, but this, I wasn’t sure I wanted to divulge.
“Was he handsome?” she asked eagerly.
My cheeks burnt they were turning so red. “Yes,” I giggled.
Lila’s hand pushed over her lips as she gasped with excitement.
“So, you two?” she hinted.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I smiled politely, trying to hide my guilt.
“Okay, you can tell me about that later. But, seriously, how did he find you, and how did you get home?” she continued.
I filled her in on my accident and the fact I had no idea who I was. I neglected the part where I wanted to stay, feeling extreme guilt for leaving her to care for my father all that time.
“You had no memory?” she gasped.
I shook my head. “None,” I noted.
“When did you get it back?” she urged.
“This morning, actually,” I stated.
She was amazed at the details, about Xander, his friend, and how I’d lived there two weeks with no electricity or hot water. I was certain she would’ve exploded by day three without her cell phone, possibly even by day two.
“So Xander brought you back?” she went on.
“Only to the parking lot at the bottom of the mountain. Liam, his friend, brought me into the station and then home,” I reported.
“Why didn’t he?” she whined.
That was a question I wasn’t prepared to answer. I knew he didn’t bring me because I wanted him to stay with me, but I didn’t want her to know that. I felt foolish for falling so quickly for a man I barely knew.
“I’m really tired. Can we talk later?” I begged.
“Of course. I can only imagine what you’ve gone through. Jack ate about an hour ago, and his medication is all administered until bedtime. Do you want me to come back over and help?” she offered.
“No, thank you, you’ve done so much already. I’ll be fine,” I assured her and walked her to the door.
All the talk about Xander and my ordeal as Lila put it was making me sad. I missed the cabin and Xander, but I was glad to be home taking care of Dad, where I belonged.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Xander
It had been two days since Bailey left, but I couldn’t get her off my mind. The nightmares were back and stronger than ever, as if she’d never been there at all. Liam wouldn’t leave me, refusing to let me wallow in misery alone like I wanted. I hated having someone hanging over my shoulder, checking on me. I just needed to be left alone, and I’d be fine, or at least as good as I ever was.
“You don’t have to hang out here,” I patted Liam on the back as I walked by.
“And you don’t have to chop any more wood. Your fingers are raw,” he retorted.
I chuckled, realizing that I’d spent most of my time out in the cold splitting logs. I was running out of trees to cut down, but I didn’t want to be in that cabin.
Everything reminded me of Bailey. The bed where we made love, the table where we fucked, the tub where I first caught a glimpse of her body, and the couch where we snuggled and watched the fire. There wasn’t one room, one spot in that cabin that didn’t ooze with memories of her.
I couldn’t help but wonder how she was doing, what she was doing, but I didn’t ask. I knew Liam was aware of my brooding, but he was a good friend, a good brother, and he didn’t try to talk to me about my feelings.
I never asked him for details about her return home, who was waiting for her, how many people had been searching for the missing teacher. He did tell me he dropped her off at home, and that she was safe, but that was all.
“I’m gonna go fishing,” Liam announced as he exited the cabin door.
He held a fishing pole over his shoulder and a net in his hand.
“Wanna come?” he tempted.
I knew I could use a change of pace, and my hands could certainly use a break.
“Sure,” I agreed, heading into the cabin to grab another pole.
Liam was waiting for me with a smile smeared on his face as I came back out. I followed him down the path towards the large creek we’d passed taking Bailey down the mountain.
“This a good spot?” he asked.
I nodded, stepping over the large branch to the other side of the creek.
“It’s not really a sport when the fish are this slow,” I teased, dropping my line in the water.
Liam laughed, following suit, and within minutes, we both had a fish on our lines.
“So, how ya holdin’ up?” he asked.
Fuck. Here we go…the talk.
“I’m good,” I shrugged.
His eyes pressed into me, telling me he knew better. That smile of his was death. It could get anything out of anyone.
“I just hope she’s doing okay,” I admitted.
“She was pretty torn up about leaving you, but it sounds like her dad’s really sick,” Liam offered.
I nodded, hoping that was the end of the conversation, but knowing it wasn’t.
“You considering going after her?” he questioned.
I looked up, shocked that he would ask me that. I had considered it every fucking moment of every day since she’d left.
“No. You know the town isn’t my thing. Besides, she has a busy life, lots of people in it, and probably not much room left for the likes of me,” I chuckled.
“I don’t know. Seemed to me she was pretty willing to make room for you,” he smirked.
“You’re the one who told me she’d forget about me after a few days,” I reminded him with a smirk of my own.
“I know, but I may have been wrong,” he confessed.
Every bone in my body wanted him to be wrong, but I still had to hang on to the fact he may not have been.
“Time will tell,” I shrugged.
“You know, having someone to love in your life isn’t a bad thing,” Liam chanted like some sort of fucking budda.
Really? After he convinced me I needed to let her go, now he pulls this shit?
“You know what? I’m tired. I think I’ll head back and take a nap.” I pulled my pole out of the water and grabbed my bucket.
Liam called out to me as I walked up the path. I didn’t look back. Bailey probably hated me after the way I treated her, and for that, I had Liam to thank.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Bailey
The r
oads were all cleared, so Lila took me to get my car. As we pulled into the parking lot, I stared out the window of her little red car up the mountainside. I wondered what Xander was doing. I wondered if he missed me at all.
Liam’s truck was parked next to my car. A sense of relief fell over me knowing that he was with Xander and that he wasn’t alone.
“I’ve got jumper cables in the back,” Lila stated as she pulled her car next to mine.
I got out, feeling the familiar cool breeze of the mountain air on my face. It felt good, comfortable.
“Aren’t you freezing?” Lila gasped, quickly wrapping her face in a wool scarf as she climbed out of her driver’s seat.
I shook my head. No. I wasn’t cold. I was perfectly fine.
“Pop your hood,” I instructed, grabbing the jumper cables from the back seat and moving to my car.
I unlocked the door, tried starting it once, and as expected, the battery was dead. I popped my hood and connected the cables to my battery, and then Lila’s. I leaned against the front bumper of my car, staring up the mountain.
“What went on with you two?” Lila asked, pulling me from my trance.
“Nothing, why?” I questioned.
“Because you’re staring up that mountain like you’re lost down here, and every time Xander’s name is mentioned, you blush,” she pointed out.
I sighed.
“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes.
I slid into the driver’s seat of my car and turned the ignition over. The motor rumbled, but finally started.
“Louie’s?” Lila suggested.
I nodded and took the cables loose from our cars. I’d promised her lunch if she took me to my car, and she wasn’t going to let me skip out. I’d been distant, not just with her, but everyone. Most of my time was spent at home, caring for Dad, and the other part was at home, sulking about Xander.
“I’ll follow you just in case there are any problems,” she stated, and shoved the cables into her back seat before sliding back into the driver’s position.
I hated to leave, but I knew she was waiting on me to pull out. I wanted to run up that mountain, beat on the cabin door, and have Xander take me into his strong arms.