Page 90 of Running to You

Eliza opened her eyes when the truck slowed. She’d spent the nearly two-hour drive from North Conway to Concord letting the memories come. She didn’t have them all, but it seemed just a matter of time.

The most important one she wouldn’t let herself dwell on.

Levi.

If she did, she’d be useless. She needed to focus if she was going to get him back.

Her son was counting on her.

Jon parked at the back of the department store’s lot. “Can you text Michael, tell him we’re here?”

Sam pulled out his phone, but a black Ford sedan pulled up beside them.

“No need.” Sam opened his door and climbed out, then walked around to help Eliza from the tall truck. Not that she couldn’t get down by herself, but she didn’t mind the way he took her hips and set her on the asphalt. “You all right?”

“Yeah.” She tried a smile, but it felt as brittle as she did.

Michael was fast-walking toward them. Sam had barely turned his direction when his older brother wrapped him in a quick hug. He backed away but held Sam’s shoulders, studying his face. “You all right? I heard you got jumped.”

“I’m fine.” Sam shrugged out of his grip and stepped back, straightening his jacket. “You remember Eliza?”

Michael squinted, frowned. He looked…hurt, though he masked it quickly. He was a little over six feet—about Sam’s height. His hair was lighter than Sam’s dark brown, maybe with some hints of red, though it was hard to tell under the glow of the bright parking lot lights. He had a day’s worth of whiskers on his cheeks and wore jeans, a button-down open at the collar, and a sports coat. He aimed a tight smile at her. “Good to see you again. I hear you’ve had a rough couple of days.”

“You could say that.”

“Amnesia?”

“I’m starting to remember.”

Michael was giving her a look she couldn’t decipher. Like he was waiting for something, or…expecting something. But she couldn’t figure out what.

“Thanks for doing this.”

“Anything.” To Sam, “Anything you need.”

“Just the car. Sorry about the inconvenience. I wouldn’t have called you.”

And that remark brought a flinch from the older brother.

Eliza didn’t blame him.

Michael looked beyond them, and she followed his gaze to where the Porsche approached. “I’m not complaining,” he said. “I get to drive Colton’s 911.”

Grant parked the sports car and climbed out. The brothers greeted each other with a handshake and smiles. They seemed comfortable together, natural.

Not how Sam seemed with either of them. He opened the door to the Porsche and pulled his laptop bag from the floor of the backseat. He’d brought it that morning, just in case. One small favor.

Sam slammed the door and turned to Michael. “Be careful with the car. I’d rather not buy Colton a new one.”

“Like I’m going to wreck it.” To Eliza, Michael added, “But I will have some fun.” He waggled his eyebrows, and she grinned.

“Where did you fly in from this morning?” she asked. Seemed a reasonable question.

“Europe. Work.”

Vague, but she didn’t push.

“We need to head inside and pick up a few things,” Sam said, “since all our stuff’s at the cabin.”