relief.
âAbbie. Iâm not a threat.â He caught her gaze and held it.
Taken aback by the intensity and sincerity of those blue eyes, Abbie looked away. âI hope not.â
âI want to help you.â
âHow do you plan to do that?â
âFirst, we need to get you back to Oregon.â
âThatâs not going to happen. I canâtââ
âHear me out.â Jake leaned down to open his briefcase. âThereâs a place called Cold Creek for sale on the Oregon coast.â
She shook her head. âYou mentioned before it was a town, but I donât understand.â
âCold Creek is an old lumber town that fell on hard times. They were doing great until the stock market fell in â29 The owner died shortly after that and the widow has been selling off bits and pieces of property ever since to people who had previously rented and wanted to stay.â
âHow awful for her.â Abbie glanced down at the aerial photo Jake handed her. The circled area included a mountain, a lake, forests, a creek, and a small town with a main street and about twenty houses, along with a number of small cabins. She handed the photo back. âThatâs a lot of property.â
âIsabelle Johansson has weathered the storms pretty well.â He smiled. âSheâs considered the townâs matriarch. Sheâs decided to sell off the entire town except for her home and some acreage around it. Isabelle is luckier than a lot of folks. At least she owns the property free and clear and itâs close enough to the coast to make it appealing. And real estate prices are projected to climbâespecially in resort areas. Bear Lake borders the town and is one of the most beautiful places around. Unfortunately, a lot of people have had to move to the cities in order to find jobs. Thatâs left a number of buildings vacant, especially in the downtown area, so itâs a bit run-down. Itâll need a lot of work.â
Abbie sighed. âI donât see what this has to do with me. Are you saying my parents want to buy this town?â
âActually, they want to buy it with you.â He rubbed the back of his neck. âItâs complicated. Your parents want to turn the place into an artist colony, and they want you to run it. They said, and I quote, âTell Abbie itâs time to stop hiding and come home. This is what sheâs always wanted.ââ
Excitement stirred in her chest. Her parents knew her well. Ever since sheâd visited the Artistsâ Way in Rhode Island during college, sheâd dreamed of being a part of a place like that. âI canât.â She sighed. âIâm wanted for kidnapping. I canât afford to go back, no matter how wonderful it sounds.â
âI really donât think you need to worry about this so-called kidnapping. I have a good friend whoâs a lawyer.â
âYou talked to a lawyer about me?â
He raised his hands. âNot you. Not specifically. I asked him about custody cases in general. From what he told me, I have no doubt you can fight it and win.â He lowered his hands and cast her an apologetic look. âBesides, your parents have already put earnest money on it.â
She ran her hands through her hair. âWhy do I feel like Iâm being manipulated?â
âBecause you are.â He grinned, easing the insanity of it all. âThey are really into this artistsâ retreat. They understand that they canât force you.â He chuckled then. âActually, your dad suggested that if you wouldnât accept the offer, I should kidnap you and Emma and bring you back.â
Impossible. You canât take the chance, Abbie. You know that .
âIâll do it.â The words slipped out before she could stop them. Abbie couldnât believe what sheâd said. Going back meant facing charges of kidnapping and possibly losing Emma for