about finding the ring and the note. “Why?”
Jerry turned the ring over in his hands, studying the underneath. When he turned back to her, his face was white as snow. “This is Marcy’s ring.”
Kayla’s heart pounded. Fear rose in her throat. “What? Are you sure?” She moved closer to him so she could get a better look at the diamond ring.
He pointed to the inside. “The inscription. M & J - We are one . When I bought the ring, I had it engraved with those words. She loved it.” His eyes misted over. “Where is she?”
Kayla took a step back, dread filling her feet with lead. “This note was left with the ring. Does it mean anything to you?” She showed him the note.
“No. I’ve never heard this before.”
Kayla felt around on the counter for her cell phone. “I’m calling her parents.”
Before she could pick up her phone, Jerry pulled his phone out of his pocket and punched in something. “Mr. Firwood, this is Jerry. Please tell me Marcy is there with you.”
Kayla took a sip of her coffee while Jerry spoke with Marcy’s father. The much-loved brisk coffee of her home state of Louisiana burned as it slid down her closed throat. She set the cup on the counter and waited. Jerry’s hand tightened on the phone. Kayla paced back and forth behind him. Confusion and fear warred in her head. What was going on? Who sent Marcy’s ring to her? Where was Marcy?
“I’ll be right over.” He started to end the call, but instead, he breathed into the phone, “First, send the cops to this address.”
He rattled off her address. Kayla stopped in her tracks. “What’s going on?”
He popped off the barstool to stand next to her. “I don’t know. But something is wrong. The cops are at Marcy’s house questioning them about the last time they saw her.”
“Oh.”
“I didn’t say anything to her father about the ring because I didn’t want to alarm him any more than he already is. He is so upset he could barely talk. The cops will be here in a few minutes. Tell them everything.”
“Sure. Sure. Anything I can do to help. Keep me posted.” She pulled at her left earlobe, a nervous habit since childhood.
Jerry slowly set the ring back in the seashell dish on the counter. He pulled his hand away and brushed the tips of his fingers against his lips. “I think I will stay until the cops get here. I want to know what’s going on.”
Kayla put a hand on his shoulder. “Certainly. Jerry, everything will be okay.”
Kayla paced in the small kitchen area. She couldn’t concentrate on anything. Where was Marcy? Why had someone sent her the young woman’s engagement ring? And the note, what did it mean? The last time Kayla saw Marcy was that first night at the bar, less than a week ago. Hell, that was the only time they met in person. She was such a lovely woman, so alive and excited about her upcoming wedding. Her enthusiasm leaked into Kayla’s blood and made her long for that special something she would never have. Now, that woman who had such hope about her future marriage was in some kind of trouble. Although no one put it in words yet, Kayla could feel it deep in her gut.
She breathed a sigh of relief when a knock sounded at the door. Finally, the cops had arrived. They would be able to shed some light on the situation. She jerked opened the front door and found herself staring into a pair of familiar dark eyes.
“Colton.”
“Hey. Expecting someone else?” His lazy voice tickled every nerve in her body while his massive frame filled the doorway, making her feel small.
“I’m sorry. Yes, I am. But come in.” She stepped aside to let him enter her living room.
“I just left the nursing home and wanted to tell you Earl looks good today. Said to tell you to stop by later if you have time.” Colton turned to face her. Concern lit his features. “You okay? You’re shaking like a leaf.”
His warm hands closed around hers, and she realized for the first time that she was ice cold
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