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think about, like how they were going to find their daughter.
    “How well do you know Lucy’s teacher?”
    “Fairly well. Actually, I know most of the teachers. I do a lot of volunteering for family events. I do photos for the school website and newsletter.” Pushing herself away from the table, she asked, “Are you done? I should put this stuff away.”
    Noting she seemed a little more vital now that she’d eaten, he said, “Go ahead,” but plucked a piece of chicken before she could close the box. “What about the principal?” he asked.
    “Principal Rivera? I’ve worked directly with her.”
    Isabel took the containers to the refrigerator. Having the principal on their side was a plus, Micah thought.
    “So you think Principal Rivera will let us go into the classes to talk to the kids?”
    “I assume so. I mean, why wouldn’t she?” Isabel furrowed her brow. “Do you think one of the kids noticed what happened to Lucy?”
    “Someone had to. She couldn’t simply have disappeared into thin air. Someone had to have seen something. Count on it.”
    He was, anyway. He had to believe their little girl wasn’t lost to them forever.
    “What about the police?” Isabel put away the last of the food. “Detective Ochoa may be planning to do the same.”
    “Then call him in the morning. A kid would be more likely to talk to you than to a cop.”
    She nodded. “You’re right. Yeah, okay, I’ll call him first thing.”
    She pressed her mouth into a tight line, something Micah had rarely seen her do. Her eyes were bright with unshed tears again. He knew she was trying to control her emotions so she wouldn’t cry. The thought put a lump in his throat, and he couldn’t stop himself from trying to comfort her.
    Pulling her to his chest and wrapping both arms around her, he pressed his cheek to her hair and murmured, “It’s going to be all right, Isabel. We’re going to find her. Lucy will be back with us before you know it.”
    Isabel remained in his arms.
    Not moving.
    Not speaking.
    Not crying.
    She was hardly breathing.
    Micah wondered what she was thinking. It was as if she’d cut herself off from everything and had blanked her mind so she could put the awful possibilities to rest for a while. He pulled his cheek from her hair and tucked a thick strand back behind her ear as he used to do, so that he could look down into her face. That gorgeous face that haunted his dreams. Her thick lashes were spiked with the tears she wouldn’t let fall. Her hazel eyes swam in nightmare-dark pools of fear. The tip of her snub nose was pink against the pale skin of her face. Her lips trembled, but she fought letting him see it, just as she had that day on Suicide Hill.
    The day his life had changed forever.
    The day he’d given his heart to her.
    I love you, Isabel.
    Though he thought it even now, he couldn’t say it. The day she’d disappeared without so much as a good-bye, he’d felt dead inside. He didn’t ever want to feel so lost and heartbroken again. Lucy had been his salvation.
    I still love you…I always will…
    He couldn’t say it, not with words.
    Staring at her tight mouth, the corner still smeared with barbecue sauce, he couldn’t help himself. He dipped his head and licked. Sweet, hot sauce made his tongue burn. Her quick intake of breath and the familiar cry at the back of her throat set the rest of him on fire. Her lips parting against his made his heart thunder with something he hadn’t felt for more than a decade.
    He covered her mouth and thrust his tongue into her the way he dreamed of thrusting his flesh into her wet heat. She wrapped her arms around his neck, a leg around his thigh, and he was lost. Pressing her into the refrigerator, he rocked against her. He was already hard, ready for her, when she slipped her hand between them and found him through his jeans. Quickly, she undid his belt and slid the zipper open and released him.
    Gliding his hands along her sides, he lifted her blouse