Page 64 of Love By The Falls

“Nothing.”

“You must know something, Charlotte. Now think.”

I inhale deeply and think back to our time at St. Kitts. God, it feels like years ago instead of two months ago.

“What does he look like? Do you have a picture on your phone?”

I shake my head. “We lived in the moment. It was enough to enjoy those shared views together.”

Sage smirks. “You shared more than just the view.”

A smile creeps over my lips, and it’s the first genuine smile I’ve had in weeks. “He has dark hair,” I add.

“Did he share anything about himself? Where does he live? What does he do for a living?”

“Mmm. He never mentioned where he’s from. I’m not even certain he’s American. He didn’t have any regional accent. He could be Canadian for all I know.”

“Did he apologize a lot?”

“Not really.”

“Then he isn’t Canadian.”

I laugh, but Charlotte shakes her head. “Trust me. We Canadians apologize for the silliest things. If someone bumps into us, we say ‘I’m sorry’.” She waves me off when I try to argue, but she’s convinced that Caleb isn’t Canadian, so I don’t argue with her.

“What about work?”

I look up at the ceiling and think about our conversations. “He mentioned that he’s married to his job, and I know he was trying to chat up some guy that was at the resort, but—”

“What guy? What was his name?”

“Teo.”

“Do you recall a last name?”

“Guillermo. I’m not sure.”

Sage bites her pen. “You’re not very good at this, you know.”

I drop my arms to my side and throw back my head in despair. “I know. It’s hopeless.”

“It’s not hopeless. There’s got to be something we can go on. Since Casey suggested the resort, could this guy be a baseball player?”

I shake my head. “No. He was wearing a suit when I got to the resort, and he said he was working. That doesn’t fit.”

“You’re right. But he’s got money because he booked himself the Diamond Level Suite.”

“I suppose.”

She pulls out her phone. “All right. Let’s Google the name Caleb and American business executive and see if anything comes up.”

“Mom! Can I go to Anthony’s house tomorrow night? Uncle Austin is going to take us to the field to practice some drills.”

“If it’s okay with Austin, it’s okay with me,” I call out.

Sage is scrolling on her phone, her eyebrows nearly touching and her brow furrowed deeply.

“Anything?”

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