Snowy Mountain Nights (7 page)

“I'm not thinking with my brain at this moment,” he said huskily. “And, although I understand, I'm a bit disappointed that you are.” A pained expression crossed his face. “And I'm only kidding a little.” He cleared his throat and shifted again in his chair. “Do you want some lunch a little later?”

Yes. Lunch.
If it involves spreading you out on a blanket and having my way with you.
She bit the inside of her cheek at the thought.

No. No. No.

But her body wasn't listening to common sense. Lunch and a cathartic roll between the sheets with Garrison sounded better the more she thought about it. What could it hurt? Chances were that she'd never see him again anyway. “I'd love to—”

“Reyna!”

She turned when she heard her name. Bridget hurried across the lodge toward her. Her friend looked fresh and healthy from her morning in the snow and sun, but her face was twisted with worry. When Bridget got to her table, she realized her friend was on the verge of tears.

Fear tightened Reyna's throat. “What's wrong?” She jumped to her feet.

“It's Marceline.” Bridget sobbed. “I don't know where she is. None of us do.”

Chapter 6

R
eyna gasped and gripped Bridget's cold fingers. “How long has she been missing?”

“Since maybe eleven. We all went up on the hill together, but then we just lost track of her. We've called her cell, but there's no answer.” She drew a shuddering breath. “Please tell me you've seen her.”

“No, I haven't. I just got down from the mountain a few minutes ago.”

“Marceline seemed okay, but I think it was all an act. On the slopes this morning, she couldn't stop talking about that assh—” Bridget broke off and bit her lip. “Anyway, she seemed too distracted and sad to ski. She said she felt lonely, especially since it's Valentine's Day.” Bridget grasped Reyna's fingers until they hurt. “She fell behind, even though we tried to keep an eye on her, and then she disappeared.” Her eyes filled with tears. “If anything happens to her, I'll never forgive myself.”

Reyna agreed with Bridget's words. Although Marceline had tried to pretend for them, she hadn't been exactly stable since she announced that she was getting divorced. She never told them the reasons for her separation, but her friends had trusted she was doing the right thing.

Even with that, Reyna never thought of her as the suicidal type. But then again, she had never thought her friend would get a man's name tattooed on her body, either.

“Where is Louisa?” she asked.

“She went back up to the mountain to search in case we just missed her.”

“Okay.” Reyna bit her lip, a half dozen possibilities of Marceline's whereabouts flitting through her mind. She turned to Garrison. “I have to go.”

“I know.” He stood and picked up his gloves from the table. “If you'll accept my help, I can join the search.”

“Okay.” She turned back to Bridget. “Did you tell the staff here?”

Her friend nodded. “At first I wasn't sure if I should, since I didn't want her to be embarrassed in case it was nothing. But I finally told someone at the front desk, and they notified security.”

“It's going to be okay,” Reyna said, trying to believe her own words. “Go talk with security and get Louisa. I'll check the places I think she might be.” She named all the places that Marceline loved at Halcyon.

“I'll probably go back up to the slopes with the security guys to find her,” Bridget said. “Whatever they think is best.”

“Okay, okay.” Reyna grabbed her gloves then zipped up her jacket.

She and Garrison quickly left the lodge. Reyna shoved her trembling hands into the pockets of her jacket and hoped that Marceline was all right. Even though Reyna had been with Ian since she was fifteen and married to him for nine years, it would have never crossed her mind to harm herself after their split.

“Divorce affects different people in different ways.” Garrison's words were low and soft, as if he'd peeked into her mind. “She's going through her own process. I'm sure she'll be fine with support from her friends.”

“I never thought it would be this bad for her. She has always been the most stable and well-adjusted of us.”

They rushed out into the cold and down the walkway to the cabin Reyna shared with her friends. She opened the front door with hands that shook, hoping as the door swung back that her friend was sitting on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate and a romance novel to help her through her crisis. But the couch was empty. So was the rest of the cabin.

Reyna slammed Louisa and Marceline's bedroom door shut. “Dammit!”

She could feel Garrison throwing her concerned looks from by the door. He glanced around the cabin but said nothing, giving her some time with her turbulent emotions. The resort was a safe place to be. But if someone was determined to hurt themselves, there were almost endless options of ways to do it. A shiver of alarm pimpled her skin.

“What about your divorce?” Garrison's voice cut through her morbid thoughts.

He stood on the other side of the large living room, an odd presence in her very female cabin, standing among the casual wreckage of the women's belongings. Bridget's pink robe flung across the back of the couch, two coffee cups on the kitchen table next to a bottle of Baileys, Louisa's boots dropped haphazardly by the darkened fireplace.

Reyna checked the log of calls on her phone. Marceline hadn't reached out to her.

“What about my divorce?” She repeated the question, only half paying attention to their conversation.

“Because of your cheating husband, your life as you knew it for nine years was suddenly over. Didn't you have a hard time?”

This was the first time they had explicitly talked about her long-ago marriage, her feelings, other than anger at Garrison's role in its dissolution. She didn't like talking about it at all. Especially not with Garrison.

“It was hard, yes. But what happened to me then is nothing like what's going on with Marceline. Ian didn't drive me running off into danger without any concern for myself. He hurt me, but I never once thought of hurting myself because of him.”

Garrison made a noise, as if he was pleased by what she said. Reyna looked at him with suspicion. But his face was as calm as ever. She realized then that her panic over Marceline had lessened somewhat. She was able to think more clearly. Reyna cast another narrow-eyed glance at Garrison, knowing then that distracting her had been his intention all along.

“We should leave,” she said. “I don't know where she is, but she's obviously not here.”

She checked her phone again, making sure it was on both vibrate and the highest possible volume. Fighting another flare of worry, she called Marceline, only to hear her friend's phone ringing in the next room. Evening was coming, bringing with it the colder temperatures and cutting wind that Marceline hated.

Garrison waited for her at the door. They stepped into the cold together. While they'd been inside the cabin, it had started snowing again, light flurries that swirled in the air.

He grunted and pulled his gloves higher above his wrists then adjusted his already tight scarf. Reyna allowed herself a small smile of amusement. He obviously
hated
the cold.

“Why would she even be out in this weather?”

“Emotional turmoil makes people do desperate things, especially when they're in the middle of a contentious divorce.”

“You would know,” Reyna murmured.

“As would you.”

She bit the inside of her cheek. The snow was coming down even harder as they stood on the front steps of the cabin, considering which direction to go. It was Garrison's hand on her elbow that compelled her to move, urging her toward a path flanked by high trees that had a set of larger cabins beyond it.

“I just can't believe it.” Reyna said the words through trembling lips. “Marceline has always been one of the strongest women I know.” When she'd met and fallen hard for Daniel Keller, a handsome football player for the New York Giants, Reyna thought that would add joy to her life, not ruin it. “It must be the divorce. It must be.”

“She could have been so in love with him, she didn't know what to do with herself once the relationship was over. Love can be a poison.” Garrison spoke like someone who'd never had intimate and real experience with love, someone who only saw it as an abstract and awful notion.

Although Reyna half believed what he said, she wasn't ready to hear it.

“Have you been poisoned like that? Because unless you have, you really don't know.” She hastened her footsteps through the snow-thick forest, deliberately breathing in the icy air to calm herself. “You can't understand.”

“I've never been poisoned by that ridiculous emotion, thank God.” He looked truly relieved. “But I have empathy. I didn't have to be in an abusive relationship to understand its impact on the victim.”

She scoffed. “How? From television?”

“My mother, for one.” His expression seemed deliberately mild. “Also some of my pro bono clients who are now homeless, thanks to the so-called love they once had.”

Garrison didn't give Reyna the chance to feel sorry for him, or even be impressed that someone of his obvious status gave his services away free without batting an eyelash.

“We should check the back of the resort by the fence.” He pointed to a snowy path leading deeper into the woods. Only a few footprints marred the trail. It was the same path she had walked just last night, where Garrison had kissed her.

Reyna opened her mouth to agree with him when she remembered something. The honeymoon cabins. Not long after their marriage, Marceline and her ex had come up to the resort. Her friend had gushed about her honeymoon cabin experience, the happiness in her face almost too bright for Reyna to bear.

“The honeymoon cabins!” Reyna grabbed Garrison's jacket. “I think she's there.”

Those cabins were at the back of the property, often reserved by couples who valued their privacy. Most of them didn't even bother coming outside once at Halcyon, simply taking advantage of the breathtaking views, romantic surroundings and peace and quiet to make love all weekend. The next time she had seen Marceline, her friend was glowing and talked nonstop about the new meaning Halcyon had for her.

Reyna texted her friends to let them know where she was going, then she took off at a run with Garrison by her side. Night crept ever closer, the biting winds turning Reyna's cheeks to ice.

Garrison ran slightly ahead of her as they made their way toward the opulent honeymoon cabins that Reyna had only seen in catalogs and online. They were so far from the rest of the cabins that it seemed to take forever to get there, pushing through the freezing winds and calf-high snow.

Despite their reason for being there, the path to the honeymoon cabins seemed enchanted. The snowfall was lighter there, the path protected by high pine trees that swayed hypnotically in the wind and flooded the air with their crisp scent. White blanketed the landscape. The outline of the half dozen isolated cabins appeared through the snow. Lights burned through windows. The smoke from chimneys trailed into the sky.

Through the wind, Reyna heard the sound of sadness.

She turned to Garrison, breathless from their run. “Do you hear that?”

They hurried toward the noise. Before she saw Marceline, Reyna knew what she would find. Her stomach twisted with relief and pity at the sight of her friend huddled on the front steps of the farthest honeymoon cabin. She was dressed for the snow in boots, thick pants and a hooded jacket. But it looked as if she had been sitting in the same place for a long time. She shivered with cold.

Marceline hugged herself and rocked from the force of her tears. The sound of her sobs racked the air. When she and Garrison saw her, he stepped back and Reyna rushed toward her friend and hugged her.

“We've been looking everywhere for you!”

As soon as they touched, Marceline gripped Reyna around her waist as if she would never let go.

“It's Valentine's Day!” she sobbed. Her face was cold and wet against Reyna's. “I don't have anybody.” She trembled in Reyna's arms, teeth chattering in a way that made Reyna hug her tighter. “He brought me here for our first Valentine's Day together and told me he'd give me the world. But instead he took everything away from me!”

“You'll get through this, Marceline. You will.” She pulled Marceline to her feet. “Let's go, honey. It's getting too cold for you to stay out here.” Her friend shuddered and stumbled against her.

Reyna met Garrison's eyes over Marceline's head. “She's freezing!”

Before she could protest, he unzipped his thick jacket and gave it to Reyna. “Put this on her.”

Once the jacket was firmly zipped over Marceline's small frame, he easily lifted her. “Let's get her back to your cabin.”

While he walked quickly ahead of her, Reyna called her friends and let them know Marceline had been found. The door to the cabin flew back into the wall as Garrison strode inside with Marceline in his arms.

“She needs a hot bath and her friends.” He rested her gently on the couch then retrieved his jacket. “I'll leave you alone. I think my presence is the last thing she needs right now.”

He paused as if he wanted to say something else, but he only pulled on his jacket, nodded at Reyna and left. By the time she drew a bath for Marceline and coaxed her into the water, Louisa and Bridget were bursting through the cabin door. She heard their noisy entrance as she sat on the floor next to the tub, the water steaming around Marceline's form curled in the water. Marceline's cheek rested on her upraised knees, and she rocked back and forth in the water, crying.

Bridget ran into the bathroom. “Oh, my God! Is she all right?”

“I don't think so,” Reyna said.

Louisa came in at a more sedate pace. She sat on the toilet seat and smoothed a hand over Marceline's hair. “Honey, you just can't do something like this without telling us.”

“We'd actually rather you not do it at all,” Bridget muttered. She sat down on the floor next to Reyna.

Marceline raised her head. “I'm sorry.” Her voice shook. “I didn't mean to—”

“Shh, honey. It's okay.” Reyna narrowed her gaze at Bridget. “Take all the time you need.” With the small bowl on the edge of the tub, she poured hot water over Marceline's shivering frame.

They used to joke that, maybe other than Louisa, Marceline was the toughest of the four women. In college, she'd had a boyfriend she caught cheating and simply threw bleach on the clothes he'd left in her dorm room, then refused to deal with him anymore despite his pleas for forgiveness. Then she was out dating another boy within a month, equally carefree and fierce as if the first betrayal had never happened.

Marceline had always bounced back from anything the world threw at her. She talked things out with her three best friends, processed all the hurt then got over it. But not this time.