Carson. "Seriously, how'd you manage that?" I asked, indicating my head to the gift below the tree.
He grinned. "I picked something up in town when I was buying your boots and coat."
I put my hands on my hips. "Hmmm, very sneaky." I frowned. "I don't have anything for you though. And you got me something. And it's our first Christmas," I said, looking up at him on a small frown.
Carson came over and pulled me to him. "Grace, I don't think you get me very well. You broke off your engagement, changed Christmas plans with your family, ran through an airport, changed a flight, borrowed a car, drove six hours, hiked through snow, and practically got frostbite to be with me. And then when I told you I was involved in activities not exactly looked upon favorably by the legal system, you accepted it without batting an eyelash. You asked what
"Well then," I whispered, "I guess a better question is, is that
He burst out laughing. "Yeah. I'll try to do better next year." He grinned.
I grinned back.
He let go of me to light a fire in the fireplace as I sat on the couch sipping my coffee. He brought me the small gift and I smiled at him as I tore the paper open.
It was a jewelry store box. I looked up at Carson and he smiled gently at me.
I pulled the top open and inside was a beautiful silver charm bracelet. I picked it up and looked at it closely. "It's beautiful," I whispered.
"Do you have one?" he asked.
"No, I don't have a charm bracelet," I said. "Will you put it on me?" I smiled, holding my wrist out.
"Wait, you didn't look at the charm," he said, turning the bracelet over.
I looked down at the small, silver coin on the other side. I stared at it for a minute, understanding flooding my brain. Tears filled my eyes and I looked up at him. "A shot for a secret," I said.
He nodded. "That's where it all started." He smiled at me and I threw my arms around him, kissing his face–his lips, his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead. "I love it. It's the best present I've ever gotten," I laughed out, through tears.
He laughed and kissed me back. "Good. I'm glad you like it. I can't wait to add to it," he said.
I nodded my head, sniffling as he fastened it around my wrist.
I kissed him one last time and then said, "I should call my family."
"Okay. We'll need to drive into town to get reception. Just pull on some warmer clothes and we'll make the call from my truck."
I nodded, still sniffing. I went back into the bedroom and pulled on my jeans and met Carson by the door as we pulled on our boots and jackets.
A few minutes later, we were driving into town. I took my phone out of my purse and turned it on, seeing that I had reception. I had checked it the couple times we were in town and I had texted my sisters once to let them know I'd made it to Utah. The only message on it now was a return text from Julia and a voicemail from her number too.
Carson pulled into a parking space on the street and turned to me. "Do you want me to take a walk while you make the call?" he asked.
I smiled, but shook my head no. I dialed my dad's number first and took a deep breath, biting my lip as I waited for him to answer.
When I heard his deep bark on the phone, I said softly, "Merry Christmas, Dad," with a smile in my voice.
"Grace?" his voice softened.
"Hi, Dad!" I brightened. "Having a nice morning?" I bit my lip.
"Well, yeah darlin', I am, only I'm kinda missing my oldest girl. Seems she's run off with some man and left her old dad and her sisters high and dry."
I laughed softly. "No, you know I'd never do that. It was just kind of an emergency situation and I had to act fast. You know how you always taught me to act first and ask questions later? Well, that's kinda what I did."
There was a beat of silence on the phone. "Well, I guess I can't argue with that. You love him, I suppose?"
I breathed out. "Yeah, Dad, I do, I love him." I laughed, looking over at Carson. He wasn't watching me, he was looking down at his own phone, texting, but I saw his shoulders still when I said I loved him.
"And," I continued, "I think you will too."
"Well, if he's someone who's got your love, Gracie, I gotta figure he's okay. What happened to the one we went to dinner with in Vegas? I forget his name now."
I laughed, knowing very well he didn't forget Alex's name. "We were just better off as friends."
"Well, better you realize that before the wedding, than after, so good job there." He paused. "I love you, Gracie."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "I love you too. Merry Christmas. Did you get the package I shipped?"
"Yup. Just about to rip into it. You'll have to get your presents at Easter."
I laughed. "Okay."
"Okay, Gracie. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas, Dad."
I hung up, sniffling and smiling at the same time. Then I texted Julia and Audrey a group text: Merry Christmas! Miss you! Love you! Group call ASAP next week! Xxoo
I turned off my phone and smiled over at Carson, scooting over and snuggling into his side. He hugged me to him.
"Everything good?" he asked quietly.
I smiled up at him. "Yeah, everything's good."
He grinned down at me and just as he was lowering his lips to mine, his phone rang.
Carson's brows snapped down and he answered it as I sat up and moved to my side of the cab.
"Hello?" he answered.
He listened for a couple seconds.
"Okay," he said, strain suddenly in his voice. "We're leaving now."
He then turned to me, worry in his expression.
"We need to get back and take a quick shower and pack. There's a situation back at the hotel. We've gotta go."
Carson had given me a quick run-down of what was going on as we showered very quickly and packed up the cabin.
Apparently, Dylan thought he was close to pin-pointing the location of the guy who had set Josh up, and they needed all the guys close-by, just in case.
There was also a situation going on on the forty-fifth floor with one of the women. She was pregnant and although she didn't know her exact dates, the doctor who had originally examined her thought she was about eight and a half months along. They all thought they could get her home before she had her baby, but she had gone into labor that morning. Likely, she was further along than they thought.
They had two doctors on the payroll that performed their services under the table, but both of them were out of town for Christmas. They would bring her to the hospital if necessary, but questions might arise there. They thought a better option would be to bring Josh in, since he had been a corpsman and was plenty qualified to deliver a baby.
We had to drive back to Vegas separately since we had two vehicles between us. That kind of sucked since I really wanted to use the time to discuss Josh's situation in more detail with Carson. Instead, I used the time to try to get things straight in my mind about the details of my own case against Josh, and whether there were any loose threads that could potentially be used to exonerate him. I went over each piece, but I couldn't come up with anything. Unfortunately, the evidence against him was overwhelming, and included plenty of DNA. Juries loved DNA–they'd come back with a guilty verdict in ten minutes. The more I thought about it, the more depressed I got. The only thing I could do was bungle the case so badly that Josh got off on a technicality. Of course, that would be
