Page 33 of Hidden Ascent

“I understand your concerns, but have you stopped to think through this for a moment?”

“Think through what?”

“He knows how to think like a criminal. That could work in your favor.”

“That is the weakest argument I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.”

“Then how about this one—Did you consider why it was he swam out into the ocean in the first place?”

“He said he was running away.”

“From what?”

“Himself.”

“That’s right. And he encountered God while he was out there. God saw fit to save him and bring him along my path. That must count for something.”

“Maybe, but I don’t know what.”

“Then give him a chance. At least hear what he has to say. Then, you can decide. If he has nothing to offer, I’ll give him a lift home.”

“I don’t know.”

“Please. For me. What could it hurt?”

“That’s what you said when you went to the shore in the first place.”

“Okay, you’re right. But Jay got hurt, not you.”

“Funny. Fine. But I get the final say on this.”

* * *

Jay stared at the floor, jiggling his leg. He should go. Why subject himself to a woman who thinks he’s beneath her?

He stood, then sat, unsure of what was keeping him there.

“You up for a chat?” Peter said when he and Isla returned to the room. Isla didn’t look happy.

Jay stood again. “I should go.”

Peter looked at Isla. “Should he go?”

“You think you can help me?” She crossed her arms. “Fine. I need to speak to Lloyd Whitlock.”

“Pardon me?” Jay said.

“Isla,” Peter said under his breath.

“What? I’m trying.”

“Not very hard.”

“Look,” Jay said. “I’m obviously not the help you’re looking for. You think I’m nothing more than an outlaw incapable of good, and maybe you’re right. Either way, I’m going to give this a miss.” He shook Peter’s hand. “Peter, it was great to have met you. Thank you for your help. I’ll send your clothes back once I’ve washed them.”

“No. Wait.” Isla sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

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