Page 90 of Love and Memories

“I’m sure your friends will visit you.”

Bella smiled up at him as he opened the passenger door for her. “I know they will. Plus, I’ll have you, Matt, and Tammy all the time.”

“True. Nathan is installing your new security system at the cabin now.”

When he slid into his seat behind the wheel, Bella was quiet.

“You okay?” Travis asked.

“Yeah, but I want to call Camille. I want to ask her if she found anything about Bill.”

Bella placed the call and Travis listened to her side of the conversation until she lowered the phone back to her lap.

“She hasn’t found him. She said she couldn’t find an obituary or death notice for him, so that’s good at least. She said it’s as if he disappeared like I did.” Bella sighed. “That doesn’t ease my worries. Most people the club kills are never found.”

Bella talking about murder was something that always choked the breath out of him. “Did she find anything about him being missing?”

“No, but I don’t know if he had any family. Maybe there wasn’t anyone to report him missing. She did say she sent an investigator to his house, and it looked like no one lives there.”

“Do you think he decided to disappear like you did?”

“Camille did say it looks like he might have gotten into the witness protection program. When people don’t leave a trace, that’s usually what happened. She considered that when they were looking for me too.”

Travis would keep praying Bill skipped town. Bella was worried about the older man, and she couldn’t handle much more bad news.

When they turned into the ranch entrance, Bella released her seatbelt and scooted forward on her seat.

“Does it feel like home?” Travis asked.

She gave him a gorgeous smile that lit up her whole face. “It does.”

The small path wound through the forest past the main house, and the cabins were nestled into the trees. The area had been undisturbed for decades, and a peace settled over him as they parked beside three trucks.

“Who else is here besides Nathan and Matt?” Bella asked.

“That’s Dawson’s truck. He said he might be able to come help today.”

“Did you tell them everything I own fits into five boxes?”

“I did, but I might need his help with the furniture.”

They stepped inside carrying the first round of boxes, and the warmth from the fireplace greeted them.

Matt was busy installing a hanging rack in the coat closet, and Dawson and Olivia were pulling grocery items out of bags.

“The syrup goes in the pantry,” Dawson said.

“No, it’s stored in the refrigerator after you open it,” Olivia countered.

“Who wants cold syrup on warm pancakes?”

Olivia stood and propped her hands on her hips. “Who wants food poisoning?”

Bella chuckled. “Kids, stop your bickering.”

Olivia ran over to grab the suitcase Bella wheeled behind her. “Welcome home! Have a seat on your new couch.”

Bella gasped. “Where did this come from?”

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