Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 145574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 582(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
“Scarlett?” a higher, familiar voice asked. The gathering of pilots parted as Constance walked up the pavement. “What’s going on?” She asked Scarlett first, but when no answer could pass her lips, Constance filled the doorway beside her and faced Howie. “What. Is. Going. On?”
“Jameson’s missing.” His voice didn’t break this time, as though it had become easier to say.
As though he was accepting it.
“Where?” Constance asked, her arm encircling her sister’s waist to steady her.
This wasn’t right. It was Scarlett’s job to comfort Constance, not the other way around.
“We’re not a hundred percent sure,” Howie admitted. “It was right along the coast of the Netherlands. So we’re not sure if he managed to land, or…”
Or if he went down in the sea, Scarlett finished in her own head.
The odds of surviving the crash, and even being taken prisoner, were better than those of outlasting the cold of the sea.
“You’re going to look, right?” Scarlett asked, her breath catching. “Tell me you’re going to search for him.” It wasn’t a request.
Howard nodded once, but there was no hope in his eyes. “At first light,” he confirmed. “We have the general coordinates from when we were attacked.”
Another thread to hold on to. Another sliver of hope. He wasn’t dead. He couldn’t be.
“And you will tell me what you find.” Another demand. “No matter what it is, Howie. Wreckage… Or nothing. You will tell me.”
“You have my word.” Howie turned his hat in his hands. “Scarlett, I’m so sorry. I never wanted —”
“He’s not dead yet,” Scarlett blurted. “He’s missing. Find him.”
The pilots nodded to her and made their farewells, all filing back to the small line of cars they’d driven from the airfield. Howie was the last to go, and he seemed to work with himself, struggling for words, but when they didn’t come, he left, too.
Scarlett stood in her doorway, Constance’s arm around her waist, as the cars drove out of sight. She needed to go inside. Needed to close the door. They were still under blackout. But she couldn’t make her feet move. She was a statue, frozen in that moment, held together only by denial and a cracking, plaster facade of will.
“Come on, love,” Constance said soothingly as she ushered Scarlett inside.
“He’s not dead. He’s not dead. He’s not dead.” Scarlett whispered the mantra, her heart doing its damnedest to convince her mind not to crumble.
She would know, right? If her heart was still beating, then Jameson’s had to be as well. And William… No. Don’t open that door.
Constance supported most of Scarlett’s weight as she brought her to the sofa. “It will be all right,” she promised, just as Scarlett had promised her on the supply room floor.
She went blessedly numb as she looked up into her sister’s eyes. “I would’ve left the letter unread.”
Constance sank into the sofa beside her, then gripped Scarlett’s hand.
There was nothing they could do now but wait.
Chapter Thirty-One
Noah
Jameson,
I swear, I felt my heart break into a million pieces the second I watched you leave, and yet every tiny shard of that broken heart loves you. I can’t fathom that you’re so far away, not when you’re everywhere I look here. You’re standing beneath the tree, inviting me to fly. You’re tucked into the corner booth at the pub, holding my hand beneath the table. You’re standing on the pavement, waiting for me when my watch is done. I feel you everywhere. I know you’re training the new pilots in Eagle Squadron, not flying combat missions, but please be careful. Stay safe for me, my love. We’ll figure this out. We have to.
All my love,
Scarlett
“I didn’t think you’d come,” Adam said as we hovered on the edges of the charity event, just beyond the crush.
“I almost didn’t,” I admitted, nodding at an acquaintance across the floor. My brow furrowed slightly, thinking of how small and intimate Georgia’s party had been, compared to the see-and-be-seen of all this. “You haven’t responded to my email.”
Adam sighed. “You spent a month avoiding all mine. Consider it payback.” He rolled his neck and tugged at his bow tie.
“She’s not going to change her mind.” My eyes continued to scan the crowd, seeking the one person I’d come to see.
“Make her.” Adam raised his brows.
“No.” My eyes narrowed as I spotted the indie film crowd to the left. “Besides, she won’t answer my calls. It’s been two weeks, so there’s a chance it’s intentional at this point,” I said with a self-deprecating smirk.
“You really want to go down as the guy who let his own ego get in the way of Scarlett Stanton’s happy ending?”
“That’s not what happened.” Nope, he wasn’t there, either. I turned toward Adam, but looked over his shoulder, continuing my search.
“Well, that’s what it looks like, and that’s what all the reviews are going to say.” He sighed.