Page 194 of Waiting For A Girl Like You
“And Michael went and met with Taylor?”
“He was in the area, so yeah, he met her the next day.”
“And he asked her the question?”
“Yes.”
“Oh my God, William. You better tell me.”
“Taylor said she loved the name Rachel for a girl and thought Dane would be a perfect name for a boy.”
Remembering her talk with Taylor on the same subject, Jamison thought that perhaps she should sit back down. “He could have heard Taylor talking about kids’ names before this. You said he and CeCe kept in touch, and if Taylor ran her mouth like we know she does, Michael could have already heard her say what baby names she liked.”
“I think you’re right,” Liam replied. “It’s easy to romanticize these journal entries, but really, there’s nothing supernatural here. The tumor was distorting his reasoning, twisting his memories. The man was sick, and that’s all there is to it.”
She grinned at how pragmatic he could be at times. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“Just wait until I get back.”
He yawned, and she almost said something since he’d been giving her grief for staying up late, yet he was doing the exact same thing every night, pacing the hotel hallways like a ghost himself.
“Sinclair was the one who leaked the blueprints to the guy who then sent them to your dad. Only he changed the large room on the second-floor to state that it was a nursery as a way to give a hint to what Taylor was planning.”
“CeCe’s library.”
“What?”
“The room that’s labeled on the blueprints as a nursery is actually a library he designed for CeCe.” She sighed wistfully. “He said she had always wanted one.”
“Hey, I thought we weren’t romanticizing this. He would have let us die in that house.”
“But do you have any idea why he would want to warn us if he didn’t care?”
“He empathized with your dad,” Liam admitted. “He’d studied what happened at Haven House back when CeCe was alive. And then there was Simone and Annabeth. He knew CeCe would never forgive him if they were hurt. Like on the night they tried the first kidnapping. Sinclair would have killed that Zanmi woman who attacked them if the forest hadn’t done it first.”
Michael had allowed Denise to die in the forest, whether it was by an animal or something else when he permitted her to lead the way through the dark trails. From what Jamison could recall, it had been horrific, but like with Taylor, she wasn’t particularly upset about the woman’s untimely death.
“Anything else good in the journal?”
“I wouldn’t say good, exactly. I’m starting to think of these journals as the strangest example of hearsay in legal history.”
Her heart fluttered as she traced a finger over her wedding gown’s bodice. She loved this dress, and seeing it again helped diffuse her anger. “Can I just say that Taylor turning out to be the total evil bitch in this story proves how my intuition is always right?”
“I’ve never doubted you.”
“Because you’re brilliant. Now keep reading to me.”
“Are you sure? It’s late.”
She chewed on her bottom lip and decided to give in to the impulse to try on the gown. “I’m in the closet playing dress up.”
“Wedding gown?”
“You know me well.”
“That I do.”
She smiled, sliding her hands behind the satin train to free it from the bag. “Why us, though?” she asked. “Why was Taylor so weirdly freaking desperate to have a Fairweather baby?”
