Copper Beach

her computer. He knew she was working on foundation business. It had been her idea to set up the Coppersmith Foundation twenty years ago. Although she staunchly denied having any psychic talent, her intuition combined with her financial expertise ensured that the foundation was managed brilliantly. No one in the Coppersmith Inc. accounting department could follow the money the way Willow could. As a result, no one got far trying to scam the foundation.

    When he went through the doorway he felt the familiar sense of rightness that always thrilled him when he was in Willow’s presence. He’d experienced that same thrill the first time they met. Nothing had changed over the decades.

    He had fallen hard for Willow all those years ago, but he was pretty sure that he loved her more now than he had at the start, assuming such a thing was even possible. He had not had a dime to his name back in those days, just the land and mineral rights to a chunk of desert that everyone else thought was fit only for rattlesnakes and growing cactus. But Willow had believed in him. She had made a home for him in a secondhand trailer out there in the desert, never complaining about the lack of money, the blistering heat or the fact that the nearest mall was several hundred miles away. And Willow had kept his secrets. He counted himself the luckiest of men.

    Life was very different now. It had taken several years and a lot of sweat before the mining venture proved successful. But in the end, the rare earths that his small company had pulled out of the ground had formed the foundation of the family empire.

    He and Willow could afford anything they wanted these days. They enjoyed the money and lived well. But every time he looked at Willow, he knew an unshakable truth that warmed his soul. If he lost the company tomorrow and had to start over again, she would be by his side the whole way, even if it meant going back to that damned trailer.

    “He called her Abby,” Elias said.

    Willow looked up from the computer. She took off her reading glasses with a slow, thoughtful motion and contemplated him with her knowing eyes.

    “You’re talking about the young woman in Seattle who freelances in the book market? The one Thaddeus Webber sent to Sam?”

    “Abigail Radwell. Sam met with her today. Looks like someone is trying to blackmail her. I’m betting it’s Lander Knox. Somehow he found out she can break psi-codes. He thinks he can force her to help him find the lab book.”

    “There are other people who are after that book,” Willow said.

    “Yeah, Sam reminded me of that, too. But Quinn warned me that his son was sick in the head. Evil sick. Blackmail is the kind of shit an evil man would try.”

    “Maybe. How does the situation stand now? Did this Abby Radwell agree to help Sam find that notebook?”

    “Not exactly. As far as I can tell she hired him to find out who is blackmailing her.”

    Willow blinked. “She hired Sam?”

    “That’s what he told me.”

    “Hmm.” Willow pushed back her chair and got to her feet. She went to stand at the window. “Well, I suppose that might work. Sam will persuade her that locating the book and getting it off the underground market is the best way to neutralize the blackmailer.”

    Elias joined her at the window. “That must be the plan. He said he was on his way to Seattle right now.”

    “He’ll get the lab book, Elias.” Willow reached out and took his hand. “It will be all right.”

    “For the past couple of decades, I’ve been telling myself that the lab book must have been buried in the explosion along with Willis. But deep down I always knew that it was out there somewhere. And now it’s surfaced at last. If it falls into the wrong hands—”

    “Stop blaming yourself for what happened at that old mine all those years ago. It was not your fault. You and Quinn Knox were nearly killed that day.”

    “I’m the one who found that vein of crystals. I’m the one who insisted we run those first tests to see what we had.”

    Willow tightened her grip on his hand. “What’s done is done. You had no way of knowing how dangerous those rocks were.”

    Elias exhaled slowly. “I still don’t. That’s one of the things that makes that lab book so damn dangerous.”

    “Sam knows that. He’ll find the book. He’s smart, and his talent will be an asset in this thing. You’ll see.”

    Elias pulled her closer and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Together