I leaned back. “You were going to be a pilot?”
“Fighter jets,” he said. “After Reese went missing, I changed my mind. The SEAL Academy seemed like a better fit.”
“You were angry?”
“Reese’s disappearance had me spiraling off my axis for a while there. We loved each other,” he said solemnly. “I thought we did, anyway.”
“Tell me about her personality.”
“She could be aloof. I’d find Reese alone in the library, reading in a corner. Or swimming endless laps in the Olympic-sized pool. But she seemed to love me back.”
“Did you discuss marriage?”
Henry looked away. “Before she went to Chile, I asked her to marry me.”
“What did she say?”
His expression told me that she must have accepted.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“We planned to become officially engaged on her return.”
“And of course you were part of the search party.”
He nodded. “Searching for someone for months on end takes a toll.”
Oh, Henry.
“If it’s not her, I’ll deal with it. The mystery of what happened will still be out there.”
Our waiter appeared and set down two plates of creamy Fettuccini Alfredo.
Henry gestured his thanks.
The waiter seemed to sense his awkward timing and walked away quickly to give us privacy again.
I twisted my fork to wrangle the pasta, my mouth watering at the delicious aroma.
“What is Reese doing in the middle of a preserve?” I said.
“From what I can tell, she’s at a base camp.” His frown deepened. “Maybe she’s working there?”
“Were you able to get hold of the itinerary for the staff?”
“Not yet.”
“I admire your strength,” I said, pausing between mouthfuls of chicken.
“I’m sure you’ve had your own misfortunes.”
“I suppose.”
“Tell me more about you, Lotte.”
I took a sip of water. “I’ve worked at Chrysalis and Enthrall for years.”
“You mentioned you grew up with no father?”