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She laughs. “I doubt that. He had a lot of scams brewing, Miss Preston. And your father’s will was just one of them. I think he used your longtime friendship to manipulate you and your father. When you know someone, you have every right to trust them. No one expects betrayal from someone they counted on as a friend.”

I feel the tears spring forth, and it pisses me off that I could control them when she mentioned my father, but not this frank admission of what Cole did. “I’m sorry,” I say, dabbing my eyes with a tissue I pull from my purse.

“Don’t be. It’s a sad thing when trust is broken.”

“Well, I want to say thank you for all the work you did. My lawyers said we have a solid case. Your research and thoroughness will make sure that Cole Lancaster is not the executor of the will, and that title is given back to me.”

She squeezes my hand again. “I’m so glad.”

“But that’s not the real reason I’m here.” I stare at her, willing myself to ask the question. “I want to know if you…” Fuck. “If you know where I can find Fletcher.”

She smiles and I already know what she’s going to say. “I’m sorry, I don’t. I know he left Tahoe. And I have a feeling about where he went. But he is a client of ours as well, so I can’t share that with you.”

“I understand.” I also feel defeated. “But I said some things I’d like to take back, and I was…” My words trail off because her smile is firm. She will not divulge anything about Fletcher to me today. “Well, if you see him or talk to him, can you just let him know I’m sorry for all the things I said?” I shake my head with a sigh. “I don’t know who he is, but the person everyone thinks he is, Katie, that’s not real, is it?”

She smiles bigger, like I just hit my target. But it comes with a noncommittal shrug. “I’m sure he’ll turn up again. One day.”

“OK,” I say, withdrawing my hand from hers and standing up. “I won’t take up any more of your time. But one more thing, Katie. Why did you hire Fletch? I mean, I don’t understand why you needed his… services.”

She stands with me, and now she’s beaming. “Tiffy, surely you’ve noticed that Fletcher has a remarkable presence. He’s charismatic, and fun, and friendly. He knows his way around a woman.”

I chortle.

“But not like that. It’s not what you think. I can give you this small piece of information, as it’s so vague, no one could misconstrue that as breach of privacy. He’s not what you think. Nothing about him is what you think. So if you see him again, keep that in mind. And if you don’t, don’t feel bad about how it ended. He liked you, I know that much. Or he’d never have gotten so personally involved.” She laughs. “Especially without a contract.”

Jesus. I laugh about that too. “Did he help you, Katie? With whatever it was you were looking for help with?”

Her shrug is as big as the smile she lights the room up with. “He did, Tiffy. He did. I’m a satisfied customer. And no, it wasn’t Cole.”

I laugh too. “I figured that.”

“You’re too good for that guy. I’ll give you one piece of advice I got from Fletcher the first time we met, before we signed our contract. I think that’s fair game. When I first explained my problem to him, he took my hand, leaned down into my ear, and whispered, in the softest voice possible, ‘You’re way too good for him, Katie. Don’t devalue yourself like that. And if you hire me, I’ll remind you of this fact for the rest of your life. I’ll never let you forget it.’”

I can picture it in my head. So clear. And then the vision morphs into Fletcher and I out on the rocks that day. “Did you believe him?”

She nods slowly. “I still do.”

“You didn’t feel like you were…” I look down, and then eye her from under the hair that falls in front of my face. “Being used? Like you were being played? That he was just telling you those things because he wanted something?”

“Never.” She stares at me for a moment, probably working out the fact that he told me those things too, only I chose not to believe him. “He’s the real deal, Tiffy. I hope you two can work it out some day. I’d really like you to know him the way I do.”

We shake hands one more time after she walks me back to the greeting area, and I spend the quick trip downstairs knowing that I will never see Fletcher Novak again.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Nine months later

The bright sunshine of early morning in Tahoe was a sight I missed since I’ve been gone. June can be hit or miss in the mountains. It can snow one day and be a balmy seventy degrees the next. You just never know.

But this year we lucked out with a mild spring that lingered all the way through the first day of summer. And right now the South Shore is alive, even at nine AM on a Tuesday. I flip up my sunglasses as I walk into the lobby of the Landslide Hotel and look to my right to check the front desk.

None of the people busy with the checkout rush are familiar. But what did I expect? You can’t go home again. I scratch the scant stubble on my chin for a moment, considering.

Should I stop and ask about her?

But someone bumps into me, a man with a young family, his hands filled with a baby and luggage, while his wife is busy herding two small boys under five.

“Sorry,” he says, distracted with the baby in his arms as she starts to become upset.