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We both stared intently at the map.

“She could be anywhere,” Jenna spoke.

My eyes diverted to the right side of the map. “I know where she’s at!” I exclaimed.

“Where? How do you know?”

“She’s right here.” I smiled as I pointed to the state of Maine. “Bass Harbor holds a special place in her memories; I know that’s where she went!”

Without even thinking, I grabbed Jenna and kissed her forehead.

“Sir?” she said in a shocked tone.

“I need you to stay here for a few days and watch Parker for me. I’ll pay you double what you’re making now. I’m going to bring Emerson home, Jenna.” I smiled. “I’m bringing her back, and she’s never leaving again unless I’m with her.”

“Go, sir. I’ll stay with Parker. Go get her!” She smiled.

I pulled out my phone and dialed my pilot.

“Hello, Mr. Parker.”

“Get the plane ready. We’re going to Bass Harbor, Maine.”

“When would you like to leave?”

“I’ll be there in an hour. I don’t have any time to waste.”

“Very well, sir. I’ll be waiting for you.”

I ended the call and dialed Phillip.

“Phillip. I need you to come and get me and take me to my plane. I know where Emerson is, and I’m bringing her home.”

“Excellent news, Alex. I’ll be there in about ten minutes.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Emerson

I rented a cottage on the water in Bass Harbor, Maine. When I first arrived, I didn’t have a plan, and I was lucky that Pine Cottages had one left to rent. It was small but quaint. It had a living area with a fireplace, which I was grateful for since the weather in Maine was getting quite chilly, a small bedroom with a queen-size bed, and a small kitchen area with a stove, sink, and refrigerator.

I spent my days walking along the rocky shores and watching the lobster boats drift by. I spent my nights missing Alex so much that it hurt. There wasn’t one second of the day when I wasn’t thinking about him.

“Hello, Emerson.” Mary knocked on the door.

“Come on in, Mary.”

She opened the door and handed me a fresh loaf of bread she had just made. Mary was the owner of Pine Cottages, and we had quickly become friends. Her husband passed away a few years ago, and she never had any children. The cottages were everything to her. Sometimes at night, she would come over, and we’d sit out on the screened-in porch, talking about life anddrinking tea. I told her everything; the accident, my travels, and all about Alex.

“He still hasn’t shown up, eh?”

“No. But he will. If he knows me at all, he’ll find me.”

“So that’s what you’re waiting on? Him to find you to see if he’s the one to change your life and get you to settle?”

“Yep. I confessed my feelings to him in that letter, and if he feels the same about me, he’ll come.”

“I still don’t understand why you didn’t tell him how you felt back in California.”

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