good.
Still, on some level, Abbie knew she couldnât go on running forever. Her parents were right. The offer was too good to refuse. It was time to go home, not so much for the artist colony, though that did appeal to her. She had to see Skye and reconnect with her family. And for Emmaâs sake, she needed to stop running.
C HAPTER 3
Jake never imagined sheâd give in so easily. He expected a long and arduous argument. In a way, he wanted to back up and tell her to wait. She didnât even know him, for Peteâs sake.
Sheâd asked him where he was staying and told him sheâd be in touch. Sheâd be ready to leave in the morning if he was okay with that. Then off she went to check on some paintings. At least thatâs what sheâd said. Heâd been too shocked to do much more than nod.
Maybe she was thinking of running again. The thought slammed him alongside the head. He had no idea where she lived or how to find her. Not even her parents knew that. They wrote to a post office address. That was one of the places he had planned to go on Monday on his quest to find her.
Jake prayed that he hadnât spooked Abbie. He hated the thought of having to go back to Oregon empty-handed. Not certain what else to do, he browsed around the art fair for a while then headed back to the hotel. Heâd make a couple of phone calls and take a nap and maybe come back for the eveningâs entertainment. Maybe heâd be lucky and Abbie would be there. Maybe heâd ask her to dance. And maybe, sheâd say yes.
At the hotel he made a call to Abbieâs parents in Oceanside. Lyle Grant answered almost immediately.
âI found her.â
The declaration brought resounding cheers from Lyle and his wife, who was talking in the background. âAbbie has agreed to come back to Oregon with me.â
âThat was quick.â Lyle sounded pleased. âIâll have to add a bonus. I knew you were the right man for the job.â
âI wouldnât celebrate quite yet. Abbie could change her mind.â
âYou told her about Skye?â
âI did.â
Lyle breathed a heavy sigh. âShe wonât.â
As they said their good-byes, Jake couldnât help but wonder why the Grants didnât just write to Abbie about her sister and about the property for that matter. Then it occurred to him that talking one-on-one with Abbie was a much more humane way of breaking the news and encouraging her to come home. He was glad theyâd sent him. Heâd been able to answer her questions and provide a measure of comfort and security. At least he hoped that was the case. On the other hand, he may have only been instrumental in chasing her even farther away.
Jake placed the telephone earpiece on the cradle, hoping his report to Lyle Grant was correct. He didnât want to disappoint his clients, but it was more than that. Maybe it was his imagination or maybe the fact that heâd stared at Abbieâs picture most of the way to North Dakota, but his heart ached for the Grant family. He felt connected to them. Theirs had certainly become much more than a Realtor/client relationship.
Jake shook his head to dispel his thoughts and switched modes. Picking up the receiver again, he dialed the number for his real estate office in Oceanside.
Prior to the trip east, heâd left his agent, Barbara Nichols, in charge, and had given her the phone number of the hotel in Grand Forks in case she needed to contact him. Barbara hadnât called, nor did she answer now. According to the answering service gal, Barbara hadnât called in for messages since Friday afternoon.
He wished people would be more dependable. Barbara usually was, but then Jake didnât usually take trips lasting more than three days. âGive the messages to me now in case I need to call any of our clients.â Opening his briefcase, Jake removed a pen and notepad and began writing. Ten messages