“Are you okay?” Her pulse was like the roar of the jet engines in her ears.

“Yeah, Harper. I got lost. I was dumb.”

“You are not dumb, Jeremy.” She turned away from Will, rolling to her other side, hugging the phone close to her ear with two hands. “Where are you now?”

“I’m at the police station in San Francisco. Benny came to get me.”

“Good.”

“Are you mad at me?” came his plaintive question.

“No, sweetie, I’m not.” Later, when she’d come down off the relief high, she’d probably do a bit of yelling about how badly he’d scared her. But for now, she only cared that he was safe.

“Is Will mad?”

She didn’t turn, didn’t look at Will. “No, he’s not mad. But you’ll need to tell him you’re sorry.”

“Yes. Promise.” It reminded her of Will’s promises, and her heart ached. “Hey, Harper, I have to go. They brought pizza. I’m really hungry. I didn’t get to eat dinner.”

He wanted pizza. She wanted to cry. But he was all right. Everything was all right. “Okay, honey. You better get home and get some sleep. I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye, Harper. Benny wants to talk to Will again, okay?”

“Sure, sweetie.” She held the phone over her shoulder, not looking, until Will took it. “Benny for you.” She lay there, her eyes closed, her back to him as she struggled to keep her breathing steady.

“We’ll get in around six in the morning your time,” Will said. “You can pick us up then.” He paused, listening. “Yeah. That’s fine. I’m sure Harper would like that.”

When he disconnected, she rolled back to him. “He sounds okay. But I have to see him for myself, make sure he’s fine.”

“I know.” Will’s eyes seemed sunken, with dark circles under them and lines on his face that hadn’t been there yesterday. “Jeremy wants to come when Benny picks us up. It’s probably better if he takes the day off school as well as work and goes home with you.”

“All right. That’s good.” She glanced at her watch, but she wasn’t sure whether she was on London or San Francisco time and she was too tired to figure it out. “How long before we’re there?”

“Six hours.”

She groaned. They weren’t even halfway there.

“Where was he? What happened?” She almost put a hand on Will’s arm, before she stopped herself. “He said he got lost.”

Will flexed his jaw. “He went to the Exploratorium.”

“The Exploratorium?” That didn’t even make sense. “But he was working.”

Will blinked. He didn’t move another muscle, not to touch her, not to lie down beside her. His lids were hooded, masking his expression, his voice a monotone when he spoke. “A guy in the supply room has been telling him the Exploratorium is awesome. So when he wasn’t very busy in the afternoon, he asked his supervisor if he could leave early. That was about three o’clock.”

“His supervisor just let him walk out?” The fury that wanted out trembled on the edge of her voice.

“Yes.” No expression leaked into his tone, it was simply flat, no reaction.

“How could that happen, Will? His supervisor should have known better.” And she should have called Jeremy during the day, before he asked to leave. He would have told her what he planned, and she would have told him to wait until she got home. God, she’d been so stupid. “And how did he get all the way over there from your office?”

“It’s been moved into one of the pier buildings. It’s not that far from Market Street, so he walked there.”

“Without his jacket or phone.” She’d always tried to impress on Jeremy how important it was to carry his phone everywhere.

“He made it there fine. But he got lost coming back, got himself turned around and didn’t recognize anything. Eventually he found a cop who helped him. But Jeremy didn’t remember our office address.”

And the only phone number Jeremy had memorized was hers. She closed her eyes.

“You’re tired. Sleep. That’ll make the trip go faster.”

Will’s face had always been the most beautiful one she’d ever seen. From the start his eyes had given away everything to her—his appreciation, his attraction, his love. And now? Now she could see his frustration, his guilt, and his regret.

Regret so deep that it was tearing through both of them.

Unable to take any more of it in, she rolled away from him and closed her eyes. Jeremy was safe, thank God, but anything could have happened to him while he was wandering around San Francisco.

The last thought she had before pure exhaustion claimed her against her will, was that her mother must be rolling over in her grave.

* * *

Jeremy was safe. It was the only thing that kept Will from losing his mind.

He left Harper to sleep away the rest of the seemingly endless flight, and poured himself a glass of Scotch. It burned going down. But it couldn’t burn away his thoughts.

His blood powered up with the need to fire every damn last one of them, from Benny to Jeremy’s supervisor to the kid who’d told him about the Exploratorium. Every freaking one of them. Come out with his fists swinging, just like the Road Warrior inside him. Hit first, think later. Smash and hack his way through.

But he’d come far enough to know that the fighting had been a symptom of his powerlessness, his inability to truly control everything around him. It had never fixed anything. It never even made him feel better.




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