I sat up, too awake after my conversation with Owen to consider trying to sleep again. I padded out to the living room, collected my laptop from the coffee table, and brought it back to bed. I’d discovered that Destiny Falls Heritage Museum had a website, and I felt the urge to look up the photograph Arthur had shown us near the end of our tour. The one of Rocky and Jewel near the waterfall.

I brought the webpage up and studied it for a long moment. There was an energy about the couple. A sense of love and devotion. Perhaps I was reading too much into things, but I really understood how Destiny Falls had become a romantic destination based on this photograph. I copied the image and tried a reverse image search through a browser, bringing up dozens of tourist pages and blogs with copies of the photo and various versions of the story Arthur had told us. None of those blogs named the couple though. Wistfulness curled through me. I’d love to know who Rocky and Jewel really were.

Then a smile stretched my lips. I opened my inbox and typed a quick email to a private investigator I’d hired to do background checks on staff. I sent him a link to the photograph and a request for any information he could find about them. It was a long shot, but I had the money and the interest, so why not? That done, I opened the files for some of the photographs I’d taken during the weekend and started touching them up.

A couple of hours later, I’d showered and was making a hot drink when there was a knock at the door. My adrenaline spiked and I tiptoed over and peered through the newly installed peep hole. When I saw Grace standing on the other side, I relaxed and disarmed the alarm.

“Morning,” I said as the door swung open.

“Hi.” She scanned me. “Been up for a while?”

I made a face. “Got woken early by someone back in L.A. who didn’t think to check what time it was here.”

“That’s no good.” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “Would you like to come up for breakfast? We’ve got fresh fruit, yogurt, and pastries.”

I smiled. “Sounds great. Is this your way of checking up on me?”

“Maybe.” She looked embarrassed. “I promised Nate I’d report back about how you are.”

Sweet that he’d care. “I’ll be there in a moment. I just need to turn off my laptop. I was editing some photos and doing a little research on the couple who started the commitment tradition up at the falls.”

“Oh, really?” Her eyebrows rose. “Have you found anything interesting?”