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KAYLA LAY CURLED up on the shelf, staring into the forest, watching the snow glisten in the light of the moon. She decided if there was anything lonelier than being on your own at Christmas, it was being on your own while surrounded by a big happy family.
For the O’Neils, it was clearly the highlight of the year. A time to get together and celebrate being a family.
Unable to sleep, she dragged on the luxurious robe that had been left for her use and went downstairs.
There, staring at her, was the enormous fir tree.
“If I thought I could lift you, I’d throw you back where you came from,” she muttered, turning her back on it and opening her laptop.
At least her plan for Snow Crystal was coming together nicely. She’d even managed to speak to Brett and outline her ideas.
And she’d closed the door on Jackson, instead of inviting him in. It had taken willpower she didn’t know she possessed, but somehow she’d maintained distance.
And she’d carry on maintaining that distance. She’d—
A hammering on the door made her jump and she turned to find Jackson standing by the door, gesturing for her to open up.
Her heart accelerated.
She knew he wasn’t a guy who was used to hearing no, but she hadn’t expected him to show up here hours after she’d already wished him good-night.
Wishing she were dressed, she walked to the door, but one look at his face told her this wasn’t a social call.
“Jess is missing.” His expression was grim and serious. “Climbed out of her bedroom window. Didn’t leave a note. No clues. Her phone is still on her bed. Tyler is losing his mind. It’s fifteen-below out there and she’s just a kid. We’re gathering together a group to look for her.”
“Give me five minutes to get dressed.”
She did it in two and was back by the door stamping her feet into her boots while Jackson finished up a conversation with someone called Josh.
“Yeah, right—” Still on the phone, he passed Kayla gloves and a hat and walked to the door. “We’ll do that. And if we see anything, we’ll call you. I don’t want my mother involved yet. Or Walter. His heart isn’t good. And don’t let anyone contact Janet Carpenter, either. No way does she get to do more damage to my brother.” He hung up and Kayla followed him through the door.
“Who was that?”
“Josh. He’s chief of police and a member of the mountain rescue team. He’s going to put the team on alert, but I’m hoping we won’t need them.”
“Could she have gone home?”
“To Chicago? Not at this time of night.” He drove fast down the snow-covered track and pulled up outside a house that overlooked the lake.
The kitchen was full of people, most of whom she didn’t recognize, and Brenna and Tyler were in midargument.
“So because I’m trying to be a responsible parent this is somehow all my fault?” White-faced, Tyler paced the kitchen while Brenna spread her hands in exasperation.
“All I’m saying is that you don’t listen to what she wants. You just say no, Tyler. You’re making it too easy for her to rebel against you.”
“I’m doing my fucking best!” Tyler rounded on her. “She wanted to throw herself off the top of a vertical cliff. You think I should have said yes to that?”
“You did it.”
“I skied anything with a gradient, including old Mitch Sommerville’s garage roof. I loved skiing. Speed. It had nothing to do with teenage rebellion.”
“This isn’t helping.” Jackson strode between the two of them. “We need to work out what might have been going on in Jess’s head.”
“Good luck with that. I’ve been trying to work that out for the past twelve years, and I’ve gotten nowhere.” Beside himself with worry, Tyler tugged on his jacket. “I’m done with standing around talking. I prefer action.”
Jackson caught his shoulder. “Not without a plan.”