Page 17 of I Should Hate You-but I Don't

"Okay, but that's not so far from here. I could travel there." She had already planned how she would get there.

While Zane had taught her how to drive his pickup, and she got her driver's license last year, she had no vehicle. She also wasn't a confident driver because of her lack of experience. But there was a train that went across Montana.

"Can you take me to the nearest train station?" she asked.

"Hold on, sweetheart." He frowned. "You're not going anywhere."

"I know Phil counts on me to work at the campground, but this is my sister, Zane."

"It doesn't help if you go running off." He leaned back in the booth. "That's a good way for you to get in trouble. Besides, Kingsley said she wasn't there."

Her childhood home was in St. Maries, Idaho. Zane had taken her back there twice since he whisked her out of the foster care system, but someone else owned the house, and there was no sign of Kenna.

"I don't get it." She swallowed her tears. "Kingsley has gone to Missoula, Butte, Bozeman, and Billings over the last two years for possible sightings. It's like Kenna's running away from me instead of to me."

Zane cocked his head and frowned. "Say that again."

"She's running away from—"

"No, the locations. You've kept track of the cities?"

She nodded. "Of course. I scour every Facebook page and community board in those locations, hoping Kenna is looking for me. I even post messages asking if anyone has seen her."

Zane pulled out his phone, tapped on the screen, and put the cell to his ear. After several seconds, he said, "It's Zane. Call me as soon as you get this message."

He set the phone on the table. She opened her mouth to ask him what happened when the waitress came with their food.

No longer hungry, she wanted to know what was going on in Zane's head. She'd seen a spark of energy come over him.

"I don't have a map, but I know Missoula is the closest of the cities he's searched, and Billings is farther than the other towns he's checked out." He pushed his phone toward her. "Can you pull up a map?"

"Sure." She took his phone.

It was easy enough to do. She'd often poured over the possible locations where her sister might be, trying to figure out where she was headed.

"Here." She slid the cell toward him.

Like her, Kenna would have no idea where Gem Haven was located. When Zane talked about home during his visits when she was in foster care, it sounded like heaven. It wasn't until he'd taken her away from the state and brought her here that she learned about the compound. That meant Kenna couldn't even search for Kingsley and Zane because Gem Haven wasn't on the map.

After a few seconds of studying the phone, he lifted his head and grinned. "You might've given us our biggest clue."

"What are you talking about?"

"She's following Interstate 90." He pointed at the map. "If we assume she came back to St. Maries to start her search, the most logical thing to do would be to go to the larger cities—we can't read her mind, so if she's looking for you or her next job, she's on the move. Now, if she headed west, there are only little towns until you get to Coeur d'Alene and Spokane. It wouldn't be thewisest decision because she needs to support herself. From St. Maries, she'd cross into Montana and hit Missoula."

Excitement built inside of her. "That's the first place Kingsley thought she'd go, too."

"She's putting dots on the map in a straight line, not veering off the interstate."

She covered his hand and squeezed. "So, you think she'll go to the next city, going east?"

"Yeah."

She scooted out of the booth. "Then, let's go."

"You aren't going anywhere," he said, pointing toward his phone. "Once Kingsley calls, I'll have him head back to Billings and keep going east. He can search for Kenna."

She slid in beside him and hugged him from the side. "Why do I feel like we're going to find her?"

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