Graham sighed. “Password protected. I was hoping they’d be too dumb for that.”

So had she. “Now what?”

“Now we try to guess. Or . . .” He lifted the large calendar that covered most of the healer’s desk, then grinned. “Or we hope that the healer’s memory is going and she has to write passwords down.” He pointed to the Post-it Note on the underside of the calendar and snorted softly. “Password is ‘Eden89.’ I could have guessed that.”

The community had been founded in 1989, so that made sense.

“And . . . I’m in,” he pronounced. A few keystrokes later and he’d opened a browser window. “This would have been so much easier if they hadn’t taken our damn phones. You can’t text. You’re gonna have to go old-school and e-mail him.”

He tapped a few more keys and Hayley found herself looking at her own Gmail account. There were dozens of unopened e-mails, ninety percent of which were from Cameron.

She gaped. “How did you . . . Graham Gibbs, you hacked me.”

He huffed a quiet laugh. “I didn’t read your love messages. I just wanted to see if I could break in. Yours was my first hack. You really shouldn’t use Cam’s name as part of your password. You made it way too easy. What do you want to say to your baby daddy?”

“Besides ‘HELP ME’ in all caps?”

He smirked and began to type. “ ‘Subject: HELP ME’ in all caps. ‘Dear Cam,’ ” he murmured as he typed, “ ‘we are in a place called Eden.’ ” He clicked out of the e-mail tab to Google Maps and squinted at the screen. “There’s a way to get coordinates. Oh, yeah. I remember now.” He right-clicked on the flashing blue dot that was in the middle of a forest and entered the numbers into the e-mail to Cam. “We are at these coordinates,” he continued to type. “Please come ASAP and bring the cops. This place is insane and we are being held against our will.”

“We could just e-mail the police directly,” Hayley said quietly. “Or even the FBI.”

“And we will. But Cam can go to the cops in person, and that might get better attention than our e-mail, which sounds like we’re crackpots.” He hit send, then opened a new e-mail. “I’ll send the e-mail to the cops now. According to the map, the closest town is—”

A voice outside had them freezing in place.

“I need to pack up the clinic,” the healer was saying.

“You will have time to do that,” a male voice said evenly. “Get back to the prayer meeting.”

Shit. Panicked, Hayley met Graham’s wide eyes. “Joshua,” she mouthed. If her so-called husband found them here . . . He’ll kill me. He’ll kill Graham. “We need to get out of here,” she mouthed to Graham.

He nodded once, then began closing windows on the computer. He clicked the history and erased their activity before shutting it down. Quietly he rose from the chair and joined her at the office door.