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The house felt emptier than usual that night. I was lying on the floor in the living room, staring up at the chandelier above our coffee table, replaying the scene at the gym. Rhodes let me take the note, and though I wanted him to believe me, I knew a part of him was still wary. How could he not be? The note had a clear warning, one that I couldn’t begin to understand, and it was written in his sister’s handwriting.

Rhodes held me after dropping the bomb about his sister, but I still felt a hesitance even with his arms around me. He was trying to figure it all out, and even though he might not have wanted to believe that I could hurt him, his basic instinct told him otherwise. I couldn’t blame him.

My only suspect was Mason, but did he know about Rhodes’ sister? I guess everyone in the town did the year that it happened. Still, I couldn’t see him being that cruel to try to pull over an illusion that she wrote it. With him crossed off the list, I didn’t have any other ideas as to who could have written the note.

Unless it was his sister.

That possibility shook me to my core.

If that were the case, that meant Lana was alive. Furthermore, it meant that she was alive and that she hated me, or at least wanted her brother to stay away from me.

But why?

Groaning, I grabbed a pillow from the couch and covered my face with it before tossing it to the side again. My head was spinning with no chance of finding steady ground anytime soon. Everything I thought I knew about Rhodes was back in limbo, in a place where I couldn’t be sure of anything.

Yanking my phone off the charger, I thumbed through the contacts. I debated calling Willow, but it was Friday night and she was supposed to be at her first college party. Part of me ached to be there with her, part of me was selfish enough to wish she was home with me, instead. Mom and Dale were still up north and wouldn’t be back for a few more days. I could have called them, but they didn’t know about my relationship with Rhodes, so they couldn’t help, either.

Sighing, I dropped my phone back to the floor and continued staring up at the ceiling. A loud knock at the front door woke me from my daydream a few minutes later and I reluctantly climbed to my feet. Padding over to the foyer, I peeked through the peephole, and I didn’t know how to feel when I saw him standing there.

Slowly, I unlocked the door and propped it open with my hip. “Hi.”

Rhodes’ brows pulled inward. “I’m so, so sorry, Bug.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but simply closed it again. I wasn’t expecting an apology.

“I can’t believe I treated you like that today. I can’t stop thinking about it. I have no idea what this note means, but I do know that staying away from you isn’t going to make anything in my life better. You’re the only light I have, Natalie.”

My stomach felt light and heavy at the same time. I expected Rhodes to call me tomorrow and tell me I had a new trainer. I thought he was gone. I thought I’d lost him. But we’d grown in the short time we’d known each other. Him standing on my front porch was living proof of that.

My voice cracked along with my strength. “I don’t know what the note means. I swear I don’t.”

“I know,” he said quickly, reaching out and pulling me into him. I tucked my nose into the crook of his neck, squeezing my eyes tight. “I don’t want to think about it right now.”

I pulled back. “I don’t know how
not
to think about it.”

Rhodes grabbed my hand in his and led me back into the house. Stretching out on the couch, he dragged me down with him and wrapped his arms around my middle. My back was flush against his chest and he softly kissed the skin on my neck.

“I want to take you somewhere tomorrow.”

I sighed, my chest tight. I was emotionally spent from the day, yet his hands on my waist and his words on my skin were all I needed to feel whole again.

“Anywhere,” I answered, sliding my hand into his. I pressed my index and middle fingers together into the center of his wrist, exhaling through the ache in my chest when I felt his steady heartbeat. “I’ll go anywhere with you.”

Rhodes woke me early the next morning. He insisted on me letting him pack my bag for whatever we were doing, and I guess a normal girl would have objected. I was pretty low maintenance, though, and was more excited about the fact that he was surprising me. I couldn’t remember a time Mason had ever thought to surprise me with anything. I didn’t mean to always compare them, but being that Mason was the only example of a relationship that I had to go off of, it happened frequently.

Rhodes outshined him in every category.

We were on the road by six, Rhodes behind the wheel of the Rover. He had one hand fixed at the top of the steering wheel and the other firmly on my thigh. It was so cliché, Willow would have hated it, but it made me smile for the first time in twenty-four hours.

We didn’t talk much as Rhodes drove. I stared out the window, sipping on the tropical smoothie I’d picked up at the gas station before we left Poxton Beach. I didn’t know where we were going, but I was relieved we were getting out of town, even if it were just for a while.

A little less than three hours later, we pulled into a small gravel parking lot in front of an open-faced, wooden gazebo type building. Rhodes jumped out and shook hands with a large bearded man who asked him a few questions before throwing me a wink and jogging off.

“Come on,” Rhodes said, opening my door. I stepped out and helped him load up the few bags and cooler he’d packed. We made our way to a small shuttle, tucking our items around our feet as the same bearded man climbed into the driver’s seat.

“Alright, y’all. You ready to spend some time on Edisto River?”

I smiled. “We’re canoeing?”

“We are.”

“All day?”

This time, Rhodes smirked. “Something like that.”

I lifted a brow in question, but he just kissed my hand still locked in his.

The drive was short, but our driver, Clint, chatted animatedly about the river the entire time. It was one of the longest free-flowing blackwater rivers in North America and ran all the way down to its end in Edisto Beach, where it met the Atlantic. We were still in the same state, just a few hours from Poxton Beach, but it was as if we were in an entirely different country. It was so quiet, nothing but wildlife and the gentle rustling of the wind through the leaves.

Clint helped us unload the canoe when we arrived at the drop spot, lowering it steadily into the water. Rhodes secured our bags inside the canoe before attaching the small cooler to the back. It floated easily, and I marveled at bad boy Rhodes showing off his boy scout skills.

“Ready?” he asked, still steadying the canoe with his hands. He was glancing up at me through his slightly-longer-than-usual hair with a boyish grin.

I nodded, his excitement infectious. Rhodes and Clint both helped me inside the canoe, which really wasn’t necessary, but I accepted the extra help. Lord knows I was far from graceful.

“We’ll see you two tomorrow. Have fun!” Clint shook hands with Rhodes quickly before jogging back to the shuttle.

“Tomorrow?”

Rhodes grinned, climbing in to sit on the small bench behind mine in the canoe. We each had an oar, and Rhodes used his to kick us off the riverbank. “Relax. We’re not paddling all that time.”

“Then where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

The Edisto River was smooth and easy to maneuver, its dark waters reflecting the bright blue sky and tall green trees surrounding it. We passed a few other canoes and kayaks and the occasional paddle board along the way, but for the most part, we had the river to ourselves. Each mile housed something new to see, from turtles to tree swings, and Rhodes surprised me by pulling my camera from one of the bags he packed so I could capture the moments. I tried focusing on what he’d said before, about not striving for so much control in my shots. I played with settings, filters, zoom and lighting, not letting my need to find the perfect shot drive my direction.

It was freeing.

We stopped at a shallow section for lunch, jumping out of the canoe and into the cool water after we ate. Rhodes had packed simple sandwiches for lunch, but I could see other ingredients in the cooler that were more suited to be cooked, which only made my curiosity grow.

Once we were back in the canoe, Rhodes took over paddling completely, letting me face him and relax a little. He was absolutely gorgeous to watch. The muscles in his chest and arms flexed with each row, and he had a permanent smile glued to his face. His fierce green eyes were set ablaze among the backdrop of the dark water and cypress trees.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Uh oh,” Rhodes answered, smirking.

“Why don’t you let anyone call you by your first name?”

He sighed, dropping the oars back into the water before leaning back and smoothly propelling us forward. For a long moment, he was quiet, and I almost told him he didn’t have to tell me, though I desperately wanted to know. But after searching for the right words, he finally spoke.

“Do you know what the name William means?”

I shook my head.

“Resolute protector.” Rhodes squinted against the sun fighting its way through the trees. “I believed in it when I was younger. One of my early foster moms, the only one I can recall who wasn’t a drugged out loser, told me it meant I was born to protect those around me, so that’s what I did. I stood up for those who couldn’t defend themselves, whether that was a kid in school being bullied or one of my foster moms being smacked down by their piece of shit husbands.” I flinched at that image, wondering how much Rhodes had to see in his formative years. I didn’t have to wonder anymore where the scars on his abdomen came from.

“That’s part of why I was seen as such a delinquent when I was in high school. Yeah, I got in a lot of fights and got caught in a lot of bad situations, but I was always in those situations because I was helping someone else. It was the one thing I clung on to. I wanted to be worth something to someone. I protected kids, teachers, friends, strangers, foster siblings, pets.” He swallowed, his Adam ’s apple bobbing beneath his stubble-covered neck. “And above all else, I protected Lana.”

He didn’t have to say another word for me to understand why he didn’t let anyone call him William. He was her protector, but he wasn’t able to save her. He didn’t feel like he deserved the title anymore.

“I don’t know, after she disappeared, I just felt this ultimate failure seep into my bones. It was like the only claim to worth I had was stolen. Or rather, I had let it go. There were signs leading up to her disappearance. Bruises, scratches. And she was always sad. Tired.” He shook his head. “I asked a few times, but she said she was fine. I knew in my gut it was something more. A stalker, a crazy boyfriend — something. But she always tried to shelter me. And I let her. I didn’t do shit about it. I just let it all go.” His jaw was tense as he rowed. “So, I gave up protecting. I gave up trying to find value in myself. I gave up pretty much everything.”

I chewed on his words, aching to reach out to him, but I wasn’t sure if he’d let me hold him or not. It killed me to know he somehow felt responsible for Lana. It wasn’t the kind of guilt that was easy to let go of.

“Can I ask you something else?”

Rhodes seemed to be still stuck in his own thoughts, but he nodded.

“Yesterday, you were the same Rhodes I met at the beginning of the summer. You pushed me away.” He frowned, but didn’t argue. “But then you showed up at my door last night. And now we’re here. It seemed like you were so sure I’d betrayed you.” Tucking my hands between the wood and the backs of my thighs, I glanced at him through my lashes. “What made you change your mind?”

He stopped rowing, letting the soft current of the river take over. His eyes were fixed on mine. “I just realized that I’ve lived a life without love, without caring for someone else or letting them care for me. And I don’t want that to be the only kind of life I have.” He shrugged. “I made up my mind that night you gave yourself to me that I was never going to walk away from you or the possibility to feel like I have a purpose again. I’m not letting one note change that.”

My heart leapt at the word love leaving his lips. He wasn’t saying that he loved me, but he wasn’t saying he couldn’t. To me, that was just as exhilarating.