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)
“What?” My feet found the floor, and a heartbeat later, he was in the center of the foyer with his hands laced over his head. “What are you doing?”
“This all went to shit before because I hid something from you.”
“Awkward time to point that out, but okay.” I leaned back against the door, struggling to catch my breath. He hadn’t been the only one to keep secrets. “I guess in the interest of full disclosure, I should tell you that I can have kids.”
“I thought…” His brow knit, two little lines appearing in his forehead. “Not that it matters, but that was never an issue for me. Biology isn’t the only way to parent.”
“Well, thank you. But I can. I just…didn’t want to have them with Damian, so I didn’t go off my birth control. Didn’t want to know what kind of mother I’d be in that situation. I also didn’t tell him that.”
“Huh. Okay. Well, I’ve spent the last six weeks between England and the Netherlands.” He fished a small, white envelope out of his front pocket.
“Doing book research. Adam told me.” This was what he’d stopped us for? We could have been naked by now, and he wanted to chat book research?
“Not exactly. I hired a deep-sea exploration company to try to locate Jameson’s plane off the last coordinates from the radio calls that day.”
“You what?”
“I think we found it last week, and by think, I mean I’m pretty damned sure, but there are official channels and a lot of red tape flying around. The Eagles didn’t transfer to the American military until September, and he went down in June, so he was still RAF but an American citizen. No one quite agrees who has jurisdiction.” He turned the envelope over in his fingers.
“But you think you found him?” I asked quietly.
“Yes…and no.” He winced. “It’s a Spitfire, but the identifying markers on the tail have worn off and the wreckage was scattered.”
“Where?”
“Off the coast of the Netherlands. It’s…” He sighed. “It’s too deep to recover the entire wreck, but we sent an ROV down.” He walked slowly toward me. “We found an aluminum panel of the fuselage and what we think was the cockpit, but no…remains.”
“Oh.” I didn’t know whether to be relieved or devastated. To come so close, and yet still not know. “Then why do you think—”
Noah took my hand, palm up, and tipped the envelope into it. A gold ring slid from the paper and into my hand. It was still warm from Noah’s pocket. “Read the inscription.”
“J With love, S.” My throat tightened. “It’s his,” I whispered.
“I think so, too,” Noah agreed, his voice going rough. “And I’ll put it back if you want me to. We were looking for anything that might identify it, and it was right there…like it was waiting to be found, engraving and all. The team I hired said they’d never seen anything like it.”
My fingers closed over the band. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’m sure you’re getting a call this week. American. British. I’m not sure who at this point.” He swallowed. “That wasn’t the only reason I went to England. I know this might piss you off, and I don’t have any proof, but I don’t think…” He shook his head, then took a deep breath and started again. “I think the book—our book—was written by two separate people.”
“That’s because it was.” I smiled slowly, feeling the heavy metal of the wedding band against my palm.
Noah’s eyes widened and his lips parted.
“The oldest pages—the unedited original ones, were written by Scarlett during the war.” I swallowed. “And the newer ones, the edits and additions…those were all made by—”
“Constance,” he guessed.
I nodded. “How did you know? I didn’t until about six weeks ago.” What had he seen that I hadn’t?
“The book tipped me off. I wouldn’t have figured it out if our book had been the last one she’d written…and not the first. Then, it was the marriage license. She told Damian it took her years to remarry because it didn’t feel like her first marriage was over, which was easily interpreted that she was still in love with Jameson…until I found the death certificate for Henry Wadsworth and the years matched up. It wasn’t enough—just a hunch, and I didn’t want to shatter your trust in her without having a damn good reason, but I decided to stop digging before anyone noticed.”
“Gran—Constance told me. She wrote it all down the year before she died and had it delivered. Once I read it, I called you, but you were already gone, so I called Adam.”
“And changed the end of the book.”
I nodded.
“Because you love me.” His eyes searched mine.
“Because I love you, Noah. And because Gran had her happy ending in real life. She fought for it. She didn’t need you to craft it for her—she’d already earned it, already lived it. You gave Scarlett and Jameson the story they deserved. The crash, the evasion, the Dutch Resistance—all of it. You finished a story that fate had wrongfully cut short. Gran…she couldn’t do that. She left it unfinished because she couldn’t let them go—couldn’t let Scarlett go. You set them free.”