Chapter Seventeen
Harley
"Are you okay, Har?"
Scott and I were sitting together on a wooden bench under a towering pine tree. After Trevor had thrown all of the visitors except Scott and me out, talking about it seemed rather anticlimactic.
"Yeah. I think so." I scuffed the toe of my shoe in the dirt. "You don't think I'm faking it, do you?"
"I know you're not," Scott assured me, squeezing my hand. "If they'd known you as long as I have, they'd know it, too." He shifted on the bench, slipping his arm around my waist. "We'll get this all sorted out."
"Trevor seemed really mad."
Scott nodded. "I think Trevor's a kind of victim's advocate."
I nodded. That explained a lot. Of course, it didn't tell me how I was going to prove that I wasn't faking my memory loss. Then an epiphany hit. Maybe the people on the dating site were the key to finding out what had happened to me. I mean, I've heard of people being slipped drugs and crap like that. Maybe someone accidentally overdosed me.
The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. If I could just get my hands on those papers! Since I doubted that Scott would approve of my plan, I faked a big yawn.
"I think I'm going to go lie down for a bit."
"Oh. Okay." Scott looked at me a little oddly, making me wonder if I'd given myself away. When he stood and offered to walk me back to the guest house, I barely held back a sigh of relief.
I was shuffling through a stack of papers that had been left on the small dining table when the sound of the front door opening took me off guard. If Trevor had allowed Zade and the others back so soon it had to have been the shortest exile in history.
“Harley?” It was Levi’s voice calling my name. “Are you here?”
Crap! Somehow I’d completely missed the fact that Levi had been allowed to stay. And, of course, that was the exact moment that I located the papers I was looking for.
“Yeah, Levi,” I called back, quickly folding the pages together and stuffing them down the front of my pants. “I, uh, was just about to lie down.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Levi agreed, rounding the corner into the small breakfast nook. “That was pretty intense earlier. Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I sighed. “I mean, it’s frustrating to be suspected of being a criminal, but I guess I can understand that it seems suspicious.” When Levi tried to smile, the light from the overhead fixtures glinted off the tears in his eyes. "Areyouokay, Levi?"
"What? Yes, of course." He drew in a breath. "I probably just need to rest for a bit."
"I don't think you are," I disagreed slowly. "Why don't you sit down?" I crossed to sink and filled two cups with water, setting one in front of Levi.
"Thanks." Levi leaned back a little in his chair and sipped from his glass.
"What's wrong?" I managed a small laugh. "Besides the obvious, I mean."
Levi's matching smile warmed my heart a little. "Nothing you really need to worry about."
I raised my eyebrow and he sighed. "Okay. Other than my dumbass husband getting kicked off the property? The thing that's bothering me is how adamantly opposed he is to you and Scott being together."
"Why?"
When Levi shook his head, I suddenly caught his meaning. "Oh! Zade and Scott?" When Levi laughed, I cringed. "You don't mean… Zade andme?"
"Well, no. Not exactly, anyway," Levi assured me.
"You know there's nothing like that going on, right?"
"I do," Levi agreed. "It's just, well, complicated."
He finished his water and patted my shoulder on the way to put the glass in the sink. "I'm just being paranoid. I'm sure it'll be fine once he's back and all, but for now, that nap really does sound like a great idea."
