Page 142 of Moonshine Kiss
My throat felt awfully tight all of a sudden. “It’s beautiful, Bow.”
“You’re the sparkle to my gold, Cassidy Ann,” he said sliding the ring on my finger. “And the minute you’re ready for something a little more permanent, you let me know.”
“How about six months?” I suggested, feeling flutters in my stomach.
He stood back up. “How about three?”
I laughed.
“I know you’re the one,” he said, rubbing his thumb over the band on my finger. I liked the way it looked there. Like it belonged. “There’s no one else walking this earth that I’d want to share my life with.”
“Wehavewasted a lot of time,” I said.
He grinned down at me. “We won’t be wasting any more of our time,” he promised. “And that’s why I’ve got something else for you.”
I was already feeling swoony and delirious. I didn’t know if I could handle much more.
He removed a folded-up piece of paper from his pocket with as much reverence as he had the ring.
“Go on,” he coaxed, handing it over.
I hesitated, sensing that to Bowie whatever was on this piece of paper was somehow bigger.
There were two addresses scrawled across the notebook paper.
“What are these?”
“Those are the last two destinations recorded in my mom’s old-ass GPS.”
My lips quirked. “I remember when you kids gave it to her. She hated it.”
Bowie gave a soft laugh. “Said she didn’t need technology to tell her she wasn’t going nowhere.”
“But apparently she used it,” I said.
He tapped the top address. “This is where she went on the day she died. And this,” he said, touching the second listing, “is where my dad went after Callie disappeared. The dates line up.”
My gaze whipped up to his.
“I found the GPS under the passenger seat while you were digging out the dream catcher,” he said. “Didn’t think anything of it. Until one night I couldn’t sleep. Gibs’s pickup still has a cigarette lighter, so I drove it out there yesterday.”
I felt the familiar thrum in my blood. Answers. We were getting closer.
“Go ahead,” Bowie said. “You can get excited. I’ve got the GPS bagged up for you to take to the lieutenant.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I confessed.
Bowie tipped my chin up, so I was looking into those earnest gray eyes. “I gave you my promise. And I want one in return.”
“What’s that?” I’d promise him anything. I knew that. And I’d find a way to make it happen, no matter what.
“I want you to find the answers for me. What happened to my mom? What did my dad have to do with Callie Kendall’s disappearance?”
I swallowed hard. “Are you sure?”
He nodded. “I want closure. And I want you to help me get it.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
