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Here is a sneak peek at the next heart-tugging Angels Bay romance from bestselling author

Barbara Freethy
Coming soon from Pocket Books

It was a night for dreaming. New possibilities, new goals, new resolutions. But would the dreams last past the stroke of midnight? They never had before. With a sip of champagne, Charlotte Adams tried to force the negative thoughts out of her head. She was normally an optimist. She didnt spend time worrying about the future or thinking about the past. Living in the present had been her mantra for more than a decade, but the past few weeks of hectic holidays, family changes, and now the ipping of the calendar were making her feel . . . restless. She glanced around the crowded living room, wondering if she could possibly make an escape, but there was a mass of people between her and the nearest exit. The mayor, Robert Monroe, and his wife, Theresa, had invited half the town to their New Years Eve party so they could show off their newly renovated home, the stately Sandstone Manor. Sitting at the edge of a bluff on the north end of Angels Bay, the manor was an old and very grand estate that had fallen into disrepair over the past thirty years at the hands of a wealthy and eccentric recluse. The sevenbedroom, ve-bathroom house with the castlelike turrets,

dramatic bay windows, and alleged ghosts had always been a fascination for the town and when it had suddenly come up for sale two months earlier, the Monroes had snapped it up. Tonight, everyone whod been lucky enough to get an invitation to the party had accepted, dying to get an inside look at the magnicent home. Well, Charlotte had had a look; now she just wanted to get some air. She made her way through the dining room, past the buffet tables laden with shrimp and crab, and into the kitchen, where a busy catering staff didnt give her a second look. She slipped out a side door onto a patio overlooking the sea and reveled in the blessed quiet. It was a dark night, the moon and stars hidden behind a fog bank that had rolled in just after dusk. The cold, misty breeze felt good against her face. Maybe she could stay out here until the party died down and then leave without raising questions. Because there would be questions if she tried to ditch before midnight. Almost all of her friends were inside. And they wanted her to be as happy as they were. Sighing, she rested her arms on the wood railing, thinking about how many changes theyd all gone through in the last year. Colin had recovered from his shooting. He and Kara were not just a couple but a family now, with their baby getting bigger each day. Jason and Brianna were about to start the new year no longer enemies but lovers. And then there was Lauren and Shane, who were getting married in two weeks. Lauren had asked her to be a bridesmaid and while she wasnt looking forward to adding another bridesmaid dress to her closet, she was excited to stand up for them. Lauren and Shane had been her friends since childhood. And theyd been through a lot before nding their way back to each other.

Everyone was settling down, and this damn New Years Eve party was making her wonder what the hell she was doing with her own life. She had a good career and loved being an OB/GYN, but her personal life was nowhere near as settled. What else was new? Shed always had great friendships with men, but relationships were another story. It was her fault. She had trouble with trust, with commitment, with letting anyone get too close. She didnt want to be vulnerable and she did not want to get hurt. In other words, she was a coward when it came to love. The door opened behind her, followed by Karas cheerful voice. Charlotte, Ive been looking all over for you. Its almost midnight. What are you doing out here? Getting some air. She tossed Kara a light smile, hoping her friend wouldnt see past it. Its freezing, Kara said with a shiver as she wrapped her hands around her waist. Her dark red hair blew in the breeze, goose bumps traveling down her pale arms. It feels good, Charlotte replied, even though her short black party dress was no match for the winter wind. Nor was Karas equally skimpy turquoise mini. Neither one of them had dressed for the night with winter weather in mind. Okay, whats wrong? Kara asked, giving her a speculative look. I just dont like New Years Eve. Everyone makes such a big deal about it, and the night never lives up to its hype. Id just as soon skip the whole thing, ip the calendar and be done with it. Would your cynical mood have something to do with a man? No.

Kara raised an eyebrow. Really? Because I thought you were coming with Andrew, and he doesnt seem to be anywhere in sight. Something came up. He said hed try to get here before midnight. Then he will, because Andrew will not miss a chance to kiss you. Hes been after you since he got back to town. Kara paused. I hope no one is in trouble and thats why hes not here. He didnt give me any details when he called. And she hadnt asked for any. In fact, shed been a little relieved. Attending the New Years Eve party together in front of the entire town was quite a statement and she wasnt sure she wanted to make that statement yet. Andrew Schilling was a big part of her past and theyd been getting to know each other again since hed returned to town to take over as minister at what had once been her fathers church, but as for the future, that was still to be decided. Ready to go inside? Kara asked with another shiver. Actually, I was wondering if I could nd a way to grab my coat and bag and leave without anyone noticing. That seems doubtful. And just because you dont ring in the New Year doesnt mean the future isnt still coming. You have decisions to make, Charlotte. You came back to Angels Bay to take care of your mom after your dads death, but shes doing better now. She even has a new man in her life. Dont remind me. And then you had to stick around because you took in Annie and she was about to have a baby, but the baby has been born, and Annie is handling motherhood much better than anyone expected.

Are you about to point out how completely unneeded I am around here? Kara smiled, meeting her gaze. We all need you, Charlotte. We all want you to stay. But what do you want? Youre the rst one to volunteer, to jump in when someone needs a hand. Youre an incredible friend. You dont think twice when it comes to someone elses happiness, but what about you? What will make you happy? I dont know. I never thought Id be here as long as I have been. I didnt make a long-term plan. I was just going to wing it. But Angels Bay got into your soul. The people sure did. Id forgotten what it was like to have friends whove known me my entire life. And Im enjoying practicing medicine in a small community where I have time to get to know my patients. So, maybe you should stay, have your things shipped here, unpack, settle inif not with your mother, then in your own home. There are some lovely new townhouses up for sale, or if you want something older, I could help you nd one. And earn yourself a nice commission, she said with a smile. Kara grinned back. That, too. But you dont have to decide tonight. In the meantime, if you really want to escape, Ill make an excuse for you. Thats what friends are for, right? Thanks, Kara, and you dont have to worry about me. Ill be ne tomorrow. Will you be? Or will you just have your guard back up? Kara was a little too smart, Charlotte decided. Lets go in before your husband sends out a search party.

Hed need one in this place, Kara said, moving toward the patio door. Its more spectacular than I imagined. Theresa certainly got everything she ever wanted. Did you see her diamond necklace? That thing must be worth a fortune. I saw. I knew they were well off, but I didnt think they had that much money. Robert Monroe had been an accomplished defense attorney in San Francisco before moving to Angels Bay several years earlier to not only practice law but serve as mayor. Theyd always made a point of showing off their wealth but never to this extent. I heard one of Roberts uncles died recently, and they inherited a hefty chunk of change, which was how they could buy this house. It is an amazing place. I would feel happier for Theresas good fortune if shed been a little nicer to us in high school. Charlotte nodded in agreement. Theresa and her beautiful band of cheerleaders had been a year older than Charlotte, but theyd ruled the school with their own special brand of meanness. And Theresas younger sister, Pamela, had been Charlottes personal nemesis. Im sure if Theresa hadnt wanted to impress us with this house, wed have been left off the guest list, Kara said. Frankly, its a little too old and cold for me. And then theres the ghosts. I havent seen any, Charlotte said with a smile. Well, they lay low when theres a crowd. I know youre not a believer, but I am, Kara said, her gaze turning serious. When Colin was in a coma, right after Faith was born, I saw his spirit in my hospital room. He told me it would be all right, and it was. I got a miracle. You did, Charlotte agreed. But she thought Karas

visit from Colin had probably been the result of painkillers, a traumatic birth, and no sleep. You dont believe me, do you? Ive been hearing about angels in this town since I was a little girl. So far theyve stayed far away from me. Maybe you need to open your mind to the possibilities. And Im not just talking about ghosts or angels, she added pointedly. There are a couple of men whod like to get a little closer to you. Perhaps you should let them. Youre not getting any younger. Now you sound like my mother. Kara laughed. I just want you to be as happy as I am. Then let me have Colin, hes perfect, she said with a laugh. Not a chance. Kara paused, her hand on the door. Dont forget youre coming over to our house tomorrow for chili and football. While the guys watch the game, we can help Lauren make her wedding favors. Ill be there. Now stop stalling. I want to get out of here before midnight. Kara sighed. I wish you would wait. You could miss out on an awesome kiss. Ill take my chances. Fine. Theyd barely returned to the party when Kara was quickly swept into conversation with Colin and another couple, so Charlotte slipped through the crowd, heading toward the hallway. As she turned the corner, the front door opened, and Andrew walked in. Tall, lean, with golden blond hair, bright blue eyes, and an irresistible smile, Andrew looked more like a male model than a minister. She wasnt the only one who thought so. The Kelleher sisters rushed forward, offering him hugs and

kisses. The sisters were in their late thirties and known to frequent the local bars on Saturday nights trolling for eligible men. Apparently, they had Andrew in their sights. She could rescue him . . . Before she could make a move, the front door opened again, and Joe Silveira entered the house. The sexy chief of police was night to Andrews day. Joe had thick, dark brown hair, olive skin, intense eyes, and a rough edge that had been sharpened by his career as a cop. He was more rugged than Andrew, more physical, but where Andrew was talkative and outgoing, Joe kept most of his thoughts to himself. It had been weeks since shed seen Joe. Hed gone to L.A. just after Thanksgiving when his father suffered a stroke, and he hadnt been back since. Shed almost forgotten how attractive he was, how her stomach ipped every time she saw him. Joe had heart-breaking potential, too. She really should have left the party when she had the chance. Because both mens gazes were swinging in her direction. Someone shouted, One minute to midnight. She felt an overwhelming desire to run for her life. Thirty seconds. Andrew and Joe were moving toward her, their efforts hampered by the crowd. What was she going to dokiss Andrew, then kiss Joe, or vice versa? Way too much pressure. She turned and ed in the opposite direction. The grand staircase was the only open path. She ran up the stairs, ignoring the surprised look of a passing maid. She hoped to nd refuge in some out of the way bathroom. Ten, nine, eight . . . The chant from the crowd grew louder. She turned one corner, then another. The house was

huge and easy to get lost in and perfect for hiding out. She moved further down the hall, stopping abruptly as the lights went out. Surprised cries, nervous screams echoed through the house along with shouts of Happy New Year. What the hell had happened to the lights? Someones arm brushed against her shoulder, knocking her slightly off balance. And then the shadowy gure was gone. How could they make their way so quickly through the darkness? Turning around, she took a few tentative steps forward, putting her hand along the wall for guidance. She needed to nd her way back to the staircase. A chorus of Auld Lang Syne rang out from below. Apparently, the blackout hadnt dimmed the partys champagne-fueled spirits. She followed the noise, happy when some specks of ickering light appeared. Someone had obviously lighted some candles. She reached the staircase with relief, her hand hitting the banister as the lights came back on. She blinked at the sudden onslaught of light, then moved quickly down the stairs. She had just reached the bottom step when shrill screams lit up the air. It took a moment for them to register over the party chatter. But as the screams continued, the crowd hushed. She looked up as a maid appeared at the stop of the staircase. Mrs. Monroe, she cried with a wild wave of her hand. Please, someone help. I think shes dead.

Joe Silveira pushed his way through the crowded hallway. Charlotte gave him a shocked look as he passed her on

the stairs. Hed had a bad feeling when the lights went out, and now he knew why. One of his ofcers, Jason Marlow, was right on his heels. Another ofcer, Colin Lynch, told everyone else to stay where they were. As he reached the landing, the middle-age maid burst into a urry of agitated words, a mix of Spanish and English. Show me, he said rmly. The woman moved down the hallway, stopping at the last door on the left. She pointed and said, In there. Wait here, he told her. The master bedroom was the picture of luxury, a huge king-size bed, heavy ornate furniture, and a sitting area complete with replace and big-screen television. The mayor certainly lived well, he thought, his mind registering the details with an efciency gained from visiting too many crime scenes to count. He noted the open drawers in the dresser, the scent of perfume in the air, and the beautiful, skinny woman sprawled on the oor of the bathroom. Theresa was on her back, her skin pale against her bright red cocktail dress. Her short blonde hair was streaked with blood, a pool appearing under the back of her head, which rested on a marble oor. He squatted down next to her and put a hand to her neck. Her pulse was faint but present. Shes alive. While Jason called for an ambulance, he checked to make sure Theresa was breathing, then took off his coat and covered her with it as Jason went downstairs to nd a doctor. The mayor rushed into the room a moment later. Robert Monroe gasped at the sight of his wife, his eyes widening in shock. His mouth opened, but no words came. It was the rst time Joe had ever seen the mayor speechless. Oh my God, he nally got out, dropping to his

knees. Theresa. His gaze ran down his wifes body, then ew to Joe. What happened? I dont know yet. Your housekeeper found her like this a few minutes ago. Roberts gaze returned to his wife. He picked up her hand. Shes so cold, but shes alive, right? Shes breathing, Joe said shortly. Paramedics are on their way. She cant die. Were going to Paris in the spring. Theresa has always wanted to go to Paris. What happened to the lights? Joe asked, cutting off his ramble. I dont know. My contractor went out to check and the next thing I knew the lights were on. Whos your contractor? Gary Hoff. Why are you asking me about the lights? Robert asked, confusion in his eyes. Do you think Theresa slipped in the dark? Its possible, he replied, his mind racing through a dozen other scenarios. Had someone wanted the cover of darkness for another reason? He glanced down at Theresa, noting the red scratch marks on her neck. Was your wife wearing a necklace? Robert followed his gaze, his jaw dropping. Her diamond necklace is missing. He lifted up his wifes hand. And her wedding ring. Someone robbed her. Right herein our home, he added in disbelief. Who would do that? Before Joe could answer, Jason returned with Charlotte and Ray Bennington, an ER doctor at the clinic. Joe stood up, allowing Dr. Bennington to take a look at Theresa. Colin is posted at the front door, Davidson at the

back, Jason reported. Were not letting anyone leave until we have a handle on whats going on. Good, because it looks like Mrs. Monroes diamonds are missing. Charlotte gave him a startled look. Are you serious? Unfortunately, I am. He turned to Jason. Start talking to the guests. See if anyone saw anything. Im on it. Jason passed the paramedics on his way out of the room. Joe pulled Charlotte to the side as the paramedics moved into the bathroom. Hed come to the party for one reason; hed been hoping to see her, maybe even steal a kiss at midnight. Hed been thinking about her for weeks, missing her warm smile, her beautiful blue eyes, her silky blonde hair. Seeing her now in a skimpy black dress that showed off her slender legs and sexy body, he wondered what the hell hed been thinking, staying away so long. Not that hed had a choice. His family had needed him. But damn if she wasnt more beautiful than he remembered. He just wished their reunion wasnt in the middle of a crime scene. This is crazy, Charlotte muttered, hugging her arms around her waist. At least Theresa is still alive. Lets hope she stays that way. Charlotte gave him a worried look. What do you think happened? I think someone wanted her jewelry and she got in the way. But to steal a necklace off someones neck? Thats pretty bold. And personal, he said, thinking about what kind of thief he was dealing with. Like a friend? Obviously not a very good one. He paused, tilting

his head to the side. Did you see anything? I saw you come down the stairs just before the maid screamed. Oh. No, I didnt see a thing, she said, stumbling a bit. The lights went off, and it was pitch black. Did you hear a scream? An argument? Anyone call for help? I heard a lot of screams when everything went dark. But nothing that sounded like someone was in trouble. What were you doing up here, Charlotte? I was looking for a bathroom. I was at the other end of the hall, she said, not quite meeting his gaze. He didnt know what to make of her nervousness, her evasiveness. Charlotte wouldnt hurt anyone. She was a kind, generous person who went out of her way to help people, but there was something she wasnt telling him. Before he could probe further, he saw the maid hovering in the doorway. Mrs. Monroe is still alive? she asked. Yes, he said. Theyre going to take her to the hospital. Thank God. She made the sign of the cross on her chest. I was so worried. She was so still. And there was so much blood. You found her, Constance? the mayor interrupted, stepping into the bedroom as the paramedics put Theresa onto a stretcher. Yes, the woman answered. Did you see anyone else near this room? Joe asked. Maybe in the hallway, on the stairs? The maid hesitated, then glanced at Charlotte. I saw her. Charlotte paled. Before Joe could say anything, the mayor jumped in.

Charlotte? Robert questioned sharply. What were you doing up here? I was in the hallway when the lights went out. I didnt see Theresa. You never liked her, Robert said, suspicion entering his voice. She didnt want to invite you, but she felt she had to because of her mothers relationship with your mother. She said youd been horrible to her sister. That youd always been jealous of them. His voice rose as he took a step forward. Joe jumped between the mayor and Charlotte. You need to go to the hospital with your wife, he said rmly. Let me take care of the investigation. Robert looked like he wanted to argue, but nally he stepped back. You nd out who did this, Silveira. You nd out who almost killed my wife. I will. Charlotte let out a breath as the room cleared. Her eyes were more worried now. Joe, you dont think I had anything to do with this, do you? Im not a thief, and I would never attack someone. Is there bad blood between you and Theresa? Her sister and I didnt get along in high school, but that was a dozen years ago. Theresa and I arent best friends, but were civil to each other. She did invite me to the party, although I think she just wanted to show off her house and her diamonds, but thats just who she is. I doubt half the people here are really her friends. He knew Theresa well enough to agree with Charlottes assessment. While hed managed to maintain a good working relationship with the mayor, he was very aware that while the Monroes thought they ran the town, there were more than a few people who thought they should be

run out of town. Unfortunately, the only person in the vicinity of the attack, according to the maids recollection, was Charlotte. The fact that she had a bad history with Theresa was another strike against her. Why did you come upstairs? he asked. I already told you. I was looking for a bathroom. And the three on the main oor wouldnt do? Something ickered in her eyes. Youre lying, Charlotte. And youre not very good at it. She hesitated. Fine, I was going to leave before midnight, but there were too many people between me and the front door, so I came up the stairs, thinking Id just wait for a few minutes and then go. Its a New Years Eve party. Why would you leave before midnight? Her cheeks grew warmer. I had my reasons. You cant believe I had anything to do with this. Im still going to need a better answer. He saw tension and conict in her eyes, but he didnt think her turmoil had anything to do with Theresa. Who were you running away from, Charlotte? She gave him a long look. Do you really want to know?

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Jenna Davies shivered as she headed out of the market and down the dark, shadowy street that faced the harbor. Thick fog rolled in off the Pacific ocean, blowing a cool, wet mist against her face. If she hadnt needed milk for Lexies breakfast, she wouldnt have dragged Lexie out of their cozy, warm house into the cold night air. But she certainly couldnt leave her seven-year-old home alone. Although she liked Angels Bay for its remote location on the rugged central california coast, there were moments when the isolation made her nervous. In the distance she could hear music coming from Murrays Bar, the popular pub where the locals and tourists hung out, but this part of town was deserted. While the marina bustled during the daytime, now the boats bobbing on the water took on ghostly shapes that made her feel uneasy. Jenna told herself not to let her imagination get the best of her, but the eerie glow of the streetlights

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didnt helpnor did the feeling that someone could be following her and she wouldnt even know it. Though shed covered her tracks, she still didnt feel safe deep down in her bones. Sometimes she wondered if shed ever feel that way again. But Angels Bay was home now, and after two months she and Lexie were beginning to fit in. The private piano lessons she taught made her enough money to live on. Lexie had just finished first grade and would begin summer school next week. Her nightmares continued, but she wasnt so panicked anymore. There was no reason to be nervous. Still, Jenna tightened her hand around Lexies as they hurried toward her car. Lexie stopped abruptly, pointing at the pier. Look, theres an angel. Jenna sighed. Lexie had been obsessed with angels ever since theyd moved to town and heard the legend of the famous shipwreckthe people who hadnt made it to shore, and the angels that protected the bay. Lexies imagination had been fueled even more in recent days when an Internet video had appeared showing apparitions dancing across the water, and mysterious symbols appearing on the cliff face. The video was drawing a flock of visitors to the town just in time for the summer festival that would kick off tomorrow night. Jenna was about to tell Lexie she was imagining things, when her gaze caught on the shadowy figure at the end of the pier. It appeared to be a woman in

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a flowing dress, her long blond hair billowing out behind her as she swung one leg over the railing, straddling it as she stared down at the water below. Jennas heart began to pound. The hair reminded her of Kellybut that wasnt Kelly on the pier, it was someone else. Someone who was in a very dangerous position. The woman moved her other leg over the rail and stood on the narrow board that was the only thing between her and the cold water below. Holding on to the rail behind her, the woman lifted her face to the sky as if offering up a silent prayer. Do you think shes going to fly? Lexie asked. Is she going to heaven now? Thats not an angel. Jenna quickly opened the car door and put her shopping bag on the backseat. Damn! The last thing she needed was more trouble, but there was no one else around, and as she glanced toward the pier once again, the woman seemed to be swaying precariously. Lets go say hello. Make sure shes all right. Jenna grabbed Lexies hand again and they walked swiftly toward the pier. The wind made Jennas eyes water, and she had to fight the almost irresistible desire to turn around, go back to the car, and drive away. This wasnt her problem; it could be dangerous to get involved. But still, she kept moving forward. Hello, she called as they neared the end of the pier. What are you doing? Do you need help? The woman didnt respond. She lifted her face to the sky once again. She let go of the railfirst with

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one hand, then the otherstretching her arms out in front of her. A moment later she let out a shrill, piercing scream and plummeted off the pier. Adrenaline surged through Jenna, and she yanked off her coat and shoes. Stay here, Lexie. Dont move a muscle. Do you understand me? Do not go near the rail. Whatwhat are you doing? Wherewhere are you going? Lexie stuttered, fear in her eyes. Dont leave me. She grabbed onto Jennas arm, her tiny fingers tightening in terror. Jenna squatted down so they were eye to eye. Ill be right back, Lexie. I have to save her, honey. Theres no one else. God, she wished there was someone else, but not even the girls scream had brought anyone out of the nearby buildings or boats. She gently disengaged Lexies fingers from her sleeve, took out her cell phone and punched 9-1-1, then handed the phone to Lexie. When they answer, tell them to come to the pier, that a woman is in the water. Do you understand? Lexie nodded. And you stay right here, Jenna repeated. Dont take one step from this spot. Her heart pounding, she quickly moved to the rail and climbed over. Fear ripped through her as she looked down. It was a good fifteen to twenty feet to the water below, and she wasnt a strong swimmer. Jenna heard Lexie yelling into the phone, but help wouldnt arrive soon enough: the girl was flailing her arms, sinking beneath the dark waves.

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Holding her breath, Jenna closed her eyes and jumped. When she hit the water, the icy cold stopped her heart. Weighted down by her clothes, she seemed to take forever to get to the surface. Taking welcome gulps of air, she treaded water, searching for the woman. It was dark and the current was moving fast, pushing Jenna under the dark pier where there was no sign of the woman. Was she too late? Then she saw a swirl of bubbles and a hand, the top of a head bobbing under the small waves. Swimming quickly, Jenna dove under the water, grabbing the woman by the hair, then by the arm. The woman struggled but Jenna held on tight, kicking and pulling until she got them both to the surface. The woman coughed and blinked, her eyes dazed. Its okay. Youre okay, Jenna said, but the womans eyes closed and she began to slip out of Jennas grasp. With her arm around the womans neck, Jenna swam toward the ladder at the end of the pier. The current was working against her, and she was already getting so tired, so cold. What if she wasnt strong enough to get them both to safety? An old, familiar, and painful refrain ran through her head: Youre not good enough. You need to do better, work harder, or youll always be a failure, a disappointment. She thrust his voice out of her head. She wasnt going to fail. She couldnt. The sound of a siren gave her new strength, and she swam harder. She could do this. By the time she

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reached the ladder, she could hear pounding footsteps on the pier. She had her hand on the first rung when a fireman appeared. He climbed down to meet her, pulling the unconscious woman from her grasp. once he was up, another fireman came down to help Jenna. She was grateful for his strong hand, because she was suddenly exhausted. Her arms burned from the exertion and her legs felt weak and wobbly. When she got back on the pier, she fell to her knees as Lexie hurtled herself into her arms and began to sob. Its all right, honey. Im fine, Jenna said comfortingly, rubbing Lexies back. You did really well. Im so proud of you. Lexie continued to cry, her small arms tight around Jennas neck. Its okay, baby. Its okay, Jenna soothed. Finally Lexie lifted her head, tears running down her cheeks. Jenna was more than a little sorry that shed scared Lexie so badly. Fear was the last thing Lexie needed in her life. I didnt think you would come back, Lexie sobbed. Im not going to leave you, Lexie. Not ever. The fear slowly faded from Lexies eyes as she searched Jennas face for the truth. Finally satisfied, she nodded. okay. She wiped her face with the sleeve of her sweater. How come the angel didnt fly? Shes not an angel, honey. As Jenna looked over at the young woman on the pier who was now coughing up seawater, she let out a relieved breath that she was alive. The girl was much younger than shed realized, probably sixteen or seventeen. Her

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long blond hair hung in wet strands against her pale cheeks. Her eyes were now wide open and confused. Did she realize how close shed come to dying? Why on earth would she have wanted to kill herself ? Jenna looked up as a police officer approached Joe Silveira, the chief of police. Shed seen him around town. He was in his mid to late thirties and had most recently been with the Los Angeles Police Department. He had a reputation for being highly intelligent and keenly perceptive, two reasons shed avoided talking to him. Blending in, not standing out, had been her goaluntil now. Her nerves tightened. Why dont you wrap this around you? the chief suggested, holding out a blanket. You must be freezing. Thank you. Jenna stood and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders as a chill rocketed through her body, making her teeth chatter. She needed to get home, get warm, and get the hell away from the cops. Im chief Silveira. I dont think weve officially met, although Ive seen you at the caf a few times. Jenna Davies. This is my daughter, Lexie. The chief smiled at Lexie and then looked back at Jenna. Why dont I take you to the clinic, get you checked out? At the medical center there would be forms to fill out, questions to answer. No, Im fine, she said quickly. A little cold, thats all. I just need a hot bath. Are you sure you dont want to see a doctor?

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Positive. All right. I dont want to keep you out here in the night air, but can you tell me what happened? Lexie and I were coming out of the market, and we saw the girl climb over the railing. When she jumped into the water, I jumped in after her. That was very courageous, the chief commented. Im impressed. She didnt want him to be impressed. She didnt want him to think about her at all. But it was too late for that. I did what anyone would have done, she said with a shrug. I sincerely doubt that. Do you know who the girl is? Ive never seen her before. Neither have I, the chief said heavily, casting a quick glance back at the young woman who was being loaded onto a gurney. And I know just about all the teenagers in town. So youre saying she jumped? She didnt fall? It wasnt an accident? Jenna shook her head. She definitely climbed over the railing and let go. I hope shell be all right. I imagine you saved her life. He paused, his gaze focusing once again on her. She didnt say anything to you when you were in the water? Jenna shook her head. Nothing. can I go now? She handed the blanket back to the chief and grabbed her coat and shoes from the dock. Sure. I might have more questions for you in the morning, if you dont mind. Ive told you all I know. It happened very fast.

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chief Silveira nodded. Take care of yourself, then. I will. Jenna quickly made her way through the gathering crowd. She heard a few people call her name, but she kept on moving. She had just gotten Lexie into the car when a camera flash went off in her face. Blinded, she put up a hand, but not before the man snapped another picture. She threw her coat and shoes into the car, then turned on him, anger ripping through her. What the hell are you doing? Why are you taking my picture? For a moment, she had the terrible fear that shed been tracked down. You just saved a girls life, the man said, lowering his camera. Youre a hero. She frowned. In the shadows, all she could tell was that he was a tall man with broad shoulders and wavy brown hair, wearing jeans and a black jacket over a dark T-shirt. Who are you? Youre not from the Angels Bay Daily News. The local photographer was a sixty-year-old woman named Gladys. Reid Tanner. And, no, Im not from the Angels Bay Daily News, although I have come looking for angels, he drawled. She should have guessed he was here because of the popular Internet video. You wont find any angels around here. Too bad. So, whats your name? Thats not important. Before he could move, she grabbed his camera and dove into her car, slamming and locking the door behind her.

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Hey, I need that, he said, knocking on the window. Jenna ignored him, fiddling with the buttons on the obviously expensive digital camera. What are you doing? Why did you take that mans camera? Lexie asked. Hes getgetting mad, she added with a worried stutter. Its okay, honey. Its rude to take pictures of people when theyrewhen theyre wet. She erased the last two shots, then rolled the window down a few inches and handed the camera back. Youre crazy, he said with a disbelieving shake of his head. I can take another picture of you. Not tonight, you cant. She started the engine and pulled away. In her rearview mirror she saw him watching her, and she had the feeling shed just made a terrible mistake, thrown down a challenge. But what choice had she had? She couldnt afford to have her photo in any newspaper. She hoped hed go back to wherever he came from and forget he ever saw her. If not, they might have to run again. Reid stared at the disappearing taillights, feeling as if he were awakening from a long, deep sleep. The last eleven months had passed in a mind-numbing blur of one endless day after another, weeks in which he spent most of his time trying not to think or remember. Hed taken this freelance assignment for Spotlight Magazine to make some quick cash while he decided whether he wanted to return to the career that had once been his obsession.

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When hed graduated from Northwestern and gotten a job at The New York Times, hed never imagined that twelve years later hed be covering anything less important than a story of political or global significancecertainly not sensationalist fodder like angels. At one time hed been a passionate pursuer of truth and justice, but his desire had made him reckless. Hed been willing to do anything for a story, and a good friend had paid a terrible price for his ambition. In the deep of the night when he couldnt escape from his thoughts, he could still see her casket being lowered into the ground. He could hear the sobs coming from the crowd and see the accusations in so many eyes. No one came out and said, This is your fault, but they didnt have to. He knew it down deep in his soul, and doubted he would ever escape the unrelenting pain of his memories. Hed spent most of the past year trying to drink his way into oblivion, but the problem with getting drunk was that at some point he always sobered up. Turning away from the action on the pier, Reid headed down the street toward Murrays. Hed been on his way to the pub when hed heard the sirens and decided to follow. old habits died hard, and hed been an ambulance chaser since he was a kid. In the neighborhood where hed grown up, police sirens had been standard fare. He could still remember the flashing strobe lights playing off his bedroom ceiling in the middle of the night, the times when hed crept to the window to watch the

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cops arrest someone in the alley behind his apartment building. Blowing out a sigh, he silently repeated his favorite mantra. Dont look back, dont look forward, and dont give a damn. So what if hed had an unexpectedly intriguing conversation with a stranger? He wasnt here to investigate a suicide attempt or get distracted by a courageous heroine. His focus was the Internet video that had sparked nationwide interest and the hope that there was finally proof that angels existeda hope he would shortly put an end to. Angels were no more real than any other fairy tale character. They certainly werent walking the streets of Angels Bay. or were they? The image of the ocean-soaked brunette with the wary, angry eyes flashed through his head. Shed jumped into the dark sea to save a strangers life. What kind of a woman did that? Hell, maybe she was an angel. An angel with something to hide. An irrepressible tingle of curiosity ran down his spine. He didnt want to give in to it. He was over caring about truth, justice, and shining a light on the evil in the world. He was not going to chase her down. He wasnt. At least not tonight . . .

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Just like before, the front door was ajar, every light in the house was on, and a game show played on the television. Lauren Jamison put down her suitcase, feeling uneasy. Thirteen years had passed since shed been home, but the living room looked the same: the brown leather recliner by the fireplace where her dad read the paper every evening, the couch her sister, Abby, used to curl up on and write in her journal, the table by the window where her mother and little brother, David, played board games. The furniture remained, but all of the people were gone. All except one. Dad? she called. The answering silence tightened her nerves. She needed her father to appear, to remind her that this wasnt like before. Because thirteen years ago shed returned home late one night, an innocent seventeen-year-old, and found the front door open, lights

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blazing, and her mother sobbing hysterically. Nothing had been the same after that. The whistle of a teakettle drew her toward the kitchen, but the room was empty. She turned off the stove and moved into the hall, checking each bedroom. Her fathers room was cluttered with clothes. Only the faded floral curtains betrayed her mothers once important influence on the dcor. Davids bedroom had been turned into an office that was covered in dust and papers. The room at the end of the hall had belonged to her and to Abby. The door was closed, and Laurens steps slowed. Her father might have redone the room, boxed up Abbys things and given them to charityor the room might look exactly the same as it had the night Abby died. Her heart skipped a beat. She tapped on the door. Dad? Are you in there? When he didnt reply, she opened the door, scanned the room quickly, and then pulled the door shut, her breath coming hard and fast. Abbys side of the room was frozen in time, as if it were still waiting for her to return. Lauren let out a long, shaky breath, then turned away. Where the hell was her father? Shed called him that morning and told him she was coming, and hed seemed fine. But according to the neighbors, who had sent numerous letters to her mother over the past three months, her fathers Alzheimers was getting worse. It was time for someone in the family to come back and take care of him. Her mother had refused. Shed divorced Ned Jamison eleven years ear-

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lier, and she had no intention of reuniting with him now. David was back east at college. So Lauren had returned to Angels Bay to deal with a man who was little more than a stranger to her. But he was still her father, and she needed to find himshe just wasnt sure where to look. She had only spent a half dozen weekends with her dad since shed left home at seventeen, and all those visits had occurred in San Francisco. Where would he be on a Friday night? She didnt know who his friends were anymore, what he did, where he went. Or did she? Her father had always been a creature of habit. During her childhood, hed spent most of his time in three places: home, the bait and tackle shop hed run until two years ago, and his fishing boat Leonora, named after his great-great-great-grandmother whod been one of the founders of Angels Bay. Lauren headed out the front door toward the marina, which was only a few blocks away. Buttoning up her sweater, she hurried down the street. It was seven oclock and there was already a chill in the darkening September sky. Soon thered be pumpkins and Halloween decorations on every porch, but for now the neighborhood was quiet. While some of the homes had been remodeled, the streets were very familiar. Shed been born in Angels Bay, and this neighborhood was where shed taken her first steps, learned to ride a bicycle, roller skated into the Johnsons rosebushes, gotten her first kiss in the moonlight, fallen in love . . . and fallen out of love.

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She blinked away the sudden moisture in her eyes and picked up her pace. She had a great life in San Francisco now, an interesting job and good friends, and she had no regrets about leaving her hometown. She just wished that she hadnt had to come back. By the time she reached Ocean Avenue, she was breathless. She quickened her pace as she passed the Angels Heart Quilt Shop, where she and Abby and their mother had partaken in the towns longstanding tradition of community quilting. Quilting was the way mothers and daughters, sisters and friends connected the past with the present. Shed once loved to quilt, but she hadnt picked up a needle and thread since shed left. She didnt want those connections anymore. Nor did she particularly want to see anyone she knew now. She was hoping to make her visit short, with as little community contact as possible. Crossing the street, she kept her head down as she passed Carls Crab Shack. The line was out to the sidewalk and the delicious smells of clam chowder and fish and chips made her stomach rumble. Shed done the four-hour drive from San Francisco without stopping for food but she couldnt stop now. As she reached the marina she saw a new sign on her fathers bait and tackle shop, now called Bradys instead of Jamisons. The store was closed. She moved down the ramp that led to the boat slips. Luckily the gate had been propped open by a slat of wood, so she didnt need a key. Her fathers old

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trawler had been moored at the second to last slip in the third row since she was a little girl. She hoped it was still there. The marina was quiet. Most of the action occurred in the early morning or late afternoon, when the sport and commercial fishermen were going out or coming back after a day of work or pleasure. Her pulse quickened as the lights on her fathers boat suddenly came on, followed by the sound of an engine. She could see his silhouette in the cabin. What on earth was he doing? He couldnt go out to sea by himself. Dad! she yelled, breaking into a run. She waved her arms as she screamed again, but either he couldnt hear her or he was ignoring her. By the time she reached the slip, her fathers boat was chugging toward the middle of the bay. She had to stop him. She needed to call the Coast Guard or find someone to go after him. Hello! Anyone here? she called. A man emerged from a nearby boat and Lauren hurried down the dock. Whats going on? he asked. The familiar voice stopped her dead in her tracks, and as he jumped onto the dock and into the light, her heart skipped a beat. Shane. Shane Murray. He moved toward her with the same purposeful, determined step she remembered. She wasnt ready for thisready for him. She knew the split second that he recognized her. His step faltered, his shoulders stiffened, and his

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jaw set in a grim line. He didnt say her name. He just stared at her, waiting. Shane had never been one for words, hed always believed actions spoke louder than explanations. But sometimes the truth needed to be spokennot just implied or assumed. Shane. She wished her voice didnt sound so husky, so filled with memories. She cleared her throat. II need help. My father just took off in his boat. I dont know if you know, but he has Alzheimers. She waved her hand toward the Leonora, whose lights were fading in the distance. I need to get him back. Will you help me? There doesnt seem to be anyone else around. When he didnt answer right away, she added, I guess I could call the Coast Guard. For a moment she thought he might say no. They werent friends anymore. If anything, they were enemies. Finally Shane gave a crisp nod. Lets go. He headed back to his boat. The last thing she wanted to do was go with him, but she couldnt stand by while her father sailed off to sea with probably no idea of who he was or where he was going. Shanes boat was a newer thirty-foot sport fishing boat with all the modern conveniences. There were rod holders in the gunwales, tackle drawers and ice coolers built into the hull. As she stepped on board, Shane released the lines and pulled in the bumpers, then headed toward the center console. He started the engine and pulled out of the slip.

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She stood a few feet away, feeling awkward and uncomfortable. How long would it take before hed actually speak to her? And if he did, what would he say? There was a lot of painful history between them, and while part of her wanted him to break the silence, the other part was afraid of where that might lead. Shed fallen for Shane just after her seventeenth birthday. Hed been only a year older in age, but a half dozen in experience. Shed been a shy good girl whod never done anything impulsive in her life, and hed been the town bad boy, moody, rebellious, and reckless. Hed drawn her to him like a moth to a flame. Shane definitely wasnt a teenager anymore. In his faded blue jeans, gray T-shirt, and black jacket it was quite apparent that he was all man now. His sixfoot frame had filled out with broad shoulders and long legs. His black hair was wavy and windblown, the ends brushing the collar of his jacket, and his skin bore the ruddy tan of a man who spent a lot of time outdoors. The set of his jaw had always been his no trespassing sign, and that hadnt changed a bit. Shane had never let people in easily. Shed had to fight to get past his barriers, but even as close as theyd been, shed never figured out the mysterious shadows in his dark eyes, or the sudden, sharp flashes of pain there. Shane had always kept a big part of himself under lock and key. Her gaze dropped to his hands, noting the sure-

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ness of his fingers on the wheel. His hands were strong and capable, and she couldnt help but remember the way theyd once felt on her breasts rough and hungry, the same way his mouth had felt against hers, as if he couldnt wait to have her, couldnt ever get enough. Her heart thumped against her chest, and she forced herself to look away. She was not going back to that place. Shed barely survived the first time. Hed swept her off her feet, into a whirlwind of emotions, then broken her heart. It took you long enough to come home, Shane said finally. He glanced at her, his expression unreadable. I just came to get my dad. Im planning to take him back to San Francisco with me. Does he know that? He will when we catch him. Doubt filled Shanes eyes. Your father has lived in Angels Bay his entire life. I cant see him moving anywhere else. His illness will only get worse. Its the best solution. For you or for him? For both of us. Her father might not like the idea of leaving Angels Bay, but it was the most practical decision. If she moved him closer to her she could take care of him, and perhaps her mother would help. His family was in San Francisco, and thats where he should be. Her dad hadnt cared to be with his family the

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past thirteen years, but she was trying to look beyond that fact. And if the neighbors were right, and her father was rapidly losing touch with the world would it really matter where he was? Shane opened a compartment and pulled out a jacket. You might want to put this on. It will get colder outside the bay. She accepted with a grateful nod, relieved with both the change in subject and the warm jacket. Shed left San Francisco straight from work, wearing a navy blue skirt, silk blouse, thin sweater, and highheeled pumps that were perfect for her job but offered no protection against the elements. Shanes big coat enveloped her like a warm hug, reminding her of the way shed once felt in his arms. She quickly pushed the thought out of her mind. So, this is a nice boat, she said into the increasingly awkward silence. Is it yours? Or is it part of the Murray charter fleet? Shanes father had run a charter fishing business for as long as Lauren could remember. Its mine. I picked it up last year when I came back, he said shortly. Came back from where? Everywhere, he said with a vague wave. Wherever there was water and fish and a boat to run. Sounds like you got the life you always wanted. He shot her a look that she couldnt begin to decipher. Is that what it sounds like, Lauren? Her name rolled off his tongue like a silky caress.

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Shed always loved the way hed said her name, as if she were the most important person in the world. But that wasnt the way hed said her name now. Now there was anger in the word, and God knew what else. She sighed. I dont know what to say to you, Shane. I guess I never did. His gaze hardened. You knew what to say, Lauren. You just wouldnt say it. Thirteen years ago hed wanted her to say that she believed in him, that she trusted him, that she knew in her heart that he hadnt killed her sister. All shed been able to say was good-bye. I dont want to talk about the past. The words had barely left her lips when she found herself compelled to speak again. You lied to me, Shane. I trusted you more than Id ever trusted anyone, and you lied to me. He gave a little nod, his eyes dark and unreadable. Yeah, I did. And youre still not going to tell me why, are you? I thought you didnt want to talk about the past. She debated that. There were so many things she wanted Shane to explain, but what was the point? Youre right; it wont change anything. In the end, AbbyAbby will still be gone. A chill ran through her, and she glanced at the coastline. It was too dark to see the Ramsay house, where her sister had been found murdered, but she could feel its presence even if she couldnt see it.

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Someone set fire to the house about nine months ago, Shane said, following her gaze. One wing was destroyed. Its too bad the house didnt burn to the ground. Shed never understood how her father could stay in Angels Bay, could wake up every day and see the house where her sister had spent the last violent minutes of her life. But there were a lot of things she couldnt understand about her dad. Lauren grabbed hold of the back of the captains seat as Shane increased their speed. On the open sea, waves slapped against the boat and the wind increased, lifting her hair off the back of her neck. Her nerves began to tingle with fear. She could handle being on the water when the day was sunny and bright and she could see the shoreline, but shed never liked going out at night, or being hours away from land, where shed be vulnerable, at the mercy of the unpredictable sea. Where is my father? Panic made her voice rise. I dont see any lights. How are we going to find him out here? Maybe we should go back. She hated being a coward, especially in front of Shane, who had never felt a fear he didnt want to meet head on. Your father didnt disappear. Hes just around the bluff. Shane pointed to the GPS on his console. See that dotthats him. Well catch up in a couple of minutes. Okay. Good. She gulped in a deep breath of air and wrapped her arms around her waist.

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Are you scared of me? Shane sent her a speculative look. Dont be ridiculous. You seem nervous. I just want to get this over with. A few minutes passed, then Shane said, Your father loves this town. Do you really think you can drop in after all this time and sweep him away without an argument? I have to do something. When I arrived at his house tonight, the stove was on. He could have burned the house down. And who knows where hes headed now? She shook her head in confusion. This shouldnt be happening. Hes only sixty-seven; hes too young to be losing his mind. Some days are worse than others, Shane commented. Other times, hes the same as he always was. You talk to my father? she asked in surprise. Hes on his boat almost every day. Mort took his key away from him a while ago. I dont know where he got another one. My father doesnt She broke off the question, realizing she was heading into dangerous territory. Blame me for Abbys death? Shane finished, a hard note in his voice. Some days he does, some days he doesnt. But he does blame me for your leaving and never coming back. That wasnt because of you. Wasnt it? He tilted his head, giving her a considering look. Whats making you so jumpy, Lau-

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ren? Dont tell me its just the water. You dont like being alone with me. I got over you a long time ago. It was a teenage crush, thats all. Its not like Im still attracted to you. I dont think about you at all. I am way, way over you. Ive moved on. Are you done? he asked when she finally ran out of steam. Yes. He eased up on the throttle so abruptly, she stumbled right into his arms. Her lips had barely parted in protest when his mouth came down on hers, hot, insistent, demanding the truth. She should break it off, pull away . . . but God, he tasted good. She felt seventeen again, hot, needy, reckless, on the verge of something incredible and exciting and . . . She had to stop. Finally, she found the strength to push him away. She stared at him in shock, her heart pounding, her breathing ragged. He gave her a long look in return. Yeah, Im over you, too. He put his hands back on the wheel. Okay, so her body still had a thing for him. That didnt mean her head or her heart intended to go along. Loving Shane had only gotten her a heart full of pain. Im glad weve settled that, she said sharply. Me too. A tense silence fell between them, and the air around them grew thicker, colder, and damp. Her hair started to curl and a fine sheen of moisture

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covered her face. As they rounded the point, a silvery mist surrounded them. Her father had often spoken of the angels that danced above the bay, that watched over and protected them. Shed believed him with the innocence of a child, but shed lost her faith when Abby died. What kind of angel could let a fifteen-year-old girl be killed? She felt a wave of panic as the mist enveloped them in a chilling hug, and had to fight a powerful desire to fling herself back into Shanes arms. Why are you fighting? Hes the man youve always wanted. The voice wasnt in her head; it was on the wind. She certainly hadnt said the words, because they werent true. She didnt want Shanenot anymore. A melodic laugh seemed to bounce off the waves, as if the ocean found her amusing. She shook her head, forcing the fanciful thought away. She didnt believe in angels, or much of anything. Believing in someone always led to disappointment. She let out a breath of relief as the fog lifted, and a beam of light danced off the waves ahead of themher fathers boat. Shanes boat was moving faster now. Theyd reach the Leonora within minutes. But then what? How will we stop him? she asked. Well pull up next to him. If he doesnt stop on his own, one of us will have to jump onto his boat and take over. Excuse me? Did you say one of us is going to jump between the boats while theyre moving?

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Its not that difficult. Well, it wont be me, she declared. Then you can drive. She didnt like that scenario, either. I havent driven a boat in a long time. You can do it. Take the wheel now. Get comfortable with it. Ill see if I can get your dad on the radio. She gripped the wheel with tight hands as Shane tried to raise her father on the radio. Nothing. When they neared the Leonora, she could see her father standing inside the cabin. The door was closed and he seemed oblivious to their presence. Shane switched frequencies, and the sound of music blasted through. Her father had always loved operaa strange passion for a simple fisherman, but he found some affinity between the music and the sea. I dont think he can hear us, Shane said. Bring the boat as close as you can. Are you sure you dont want to drive it? Just hold her steady, Lauren. Ill jump onto your dads boat and drive him back. You can follow us. Youre going to leave me alone on this boaton the ocean? It had been a long time since shed allowed herself to get into a situation she couldnt control, and this was way out of her comfort zone. I dont think I can do this. He looked her straight in the eye. You can. His words, his gaze, reminded her of a conversation from a lifetime ago when hed handed her a

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helmet and taught her how to drive his motorcycle. Hed always pushed her beyond her limits, forced her to believe in herself. You want your father back or not? he challenged. She lifted her chin and drew in a deep breath. You jump. Ill drive. Good. Dont worry, I wont let you out of my sight. It took me a long time to save enough cash to buy this boat. I dont intend to lose it. Im touched by your sentiment. While she was getting dreamy-eyed about their past, he was thinking only of his boat. Just stay close, Lauren. I dont feel like going for a swim, even though Im sure youd enjoy tossing me into the sea. She bit down on her lip as Shane went to the side of the boat. She wasnt worried about him, he could take care of himself. Fearlessness was part of his makeup. He wasnt a man to sit on the sidelines and wait for someone else to take charge, and right now she was grateful for that. Shane stepped over the rail, paused for a second, and then jumped, landing on the fishing platform on her fathers boat. He stumbled slightly, then straightened and yanked open the door to the cabin. Her father finally turned his head. He exchanged a few words with Shane, then Shane took over at the wheel. A moment later his voice came over the radio. Lets go home, Lauren.

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His words brought a bittersweet rush of emotion. Angels Bay wasnt her home now, and it never would be again. It took about twenty minutes to get back to the marina. Shane kept in constant contact on the radio and Lauren stayed as close to her fathers boat as possible. She breathed a sigh of relief when she drove the boat into the slip. Shane came on board to tie the lines down while she joined her father, who was waiting for her on the dock. His khaki pants and black windbreaker hung loosely on his thin frame. Hed lost weight in the years since shed last seen him, and hed aged quite a bit. His dark hair was all gray now, including the stubble on his cheeks. He stood with his shoulders hunched, but he didnt seem concerned about his jaunt out to sea. She didnt know if that was good or bad. When he saw her his eyes widened with surprise, followed by what appeared to be teary emotion. He shook his head as if he couldnt believe she was there, and she felt a rush of guilt at all the years shed let go by. This man was her father. Hed tucked her in at night, scared away the monsters under her bed, been there for herwell, some of the time. Maybe they hadnt shared a lot of common interests, but they were connected by blood, by love. How could she have let him go? How could she have forgotten what they were to each other? Hi, Dad, she said softly. Abby. He held out his arms. My sweet, pre-

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cious girl. Youve come back to me at last. Ive missed you so much. Laurens heart came to a crashing halt. Im Lauren, Dad. Im not Abby. Im Lauren, she repeated, seeing disappointment and fear fill his eyes. What have you done with Abby? he asked in confusion, his arms dropping to his sides. What have you done with your sister? Suddenly it was easy to remember why shed left, and why shed stayed away so long.

Pocket Star Books A Division of Simon & Schuster, Inc. 1230 Avenue of the Americas New York, NY 10020 This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Copyright 2010 by Barbara Freethy All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information address Pocket Books Subsidiary Rights Department, 1230 Avenue of the Americas, New York, NY 10020. First Pocket Star Books paperback edition May 2010 POCKET STAR BOOKS and colophon are registered trademarks of Simon & Schuster, Inc. For information about special discounts for bulk purchases, please contact Simon & Schuster Special Sales at 1-866-506-1949 or business@simonandschuster.com. The Simon & Schuster Speakers Bureau can bring authors to your live event. For more information or to book an event contact the Simon & Schuster Speakers Bureau at 1-866-248-3049 or visit our website at www.simonspeakers.com. Designed by Jill Putorti Manufactured in the United States of America 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 ISBN 978-1-4391-7325-1 ISBN 978-1-4391-7326-8 (ebook)

150 years ago

PROLOGUE

Grief ripped through him as midnight approached. During the day he could stay busy enough not to think, but at night the agony always caught up to him. His fingers tightened around the paintbrush, his hand shaking from not enough sleep and too much whisky. His eyes blurred with weary tears; he could barely see the canvas in front of him. It was wrong that he was alive to paint and that his beloved Eve was gone. He could still see the terror in her blue-violet eyes as the waves crashed over the bow and the ship began to splinter apart. Shed reached for him, her fingers curling around his, as she begged him to stay with her. Ruthlessly, hed had to break her grip. Not for his sake but for hers. It was women and children first. Hed forced her to get into the lifeboat. Hed thought he was saving her life, but her boat had never made it to shore. For days, he had walked the beach, searching for her, but she was lost to him.

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Two years later, he was still trying to bring her back. He dipped his brush into the paint and placed it on the canvas, and her face took shape in front of him: the pure porcelain quality of her fair skin, the soft dip of her dark red hair in the center of her forehead, her delicate shell-like ears, the perfection of her sweetly curved mouth, the soft thrust of her sometimes stubborn jaw, the deep love in her eyes. Shed given up everything to be with him, and hed never been worthy of such sacrifice. Tears ran down his cheeks as he gazed into her eyes. She seemed to be trying to tell him something. Thats not me. Not really me. Her voice was sad and a little angry, as if she were frustrated with his inability to paint her portrait. Try again. See me, Victor. See me for who I really was. Dont be like the others; see what was real about me. Thats who I want you to remember. Not was, he shouted, his voice echoing through the small cottage. He put the painting aside and picked up another canvas. He would get it right and then she would come back to him. He painted all night, into the next day and the next after that, until there were three portraits. He called them The Three Faces of Eve: the sweet saint, the seductive siren, and the desperate woman. Exhausted by his efforts, he set down his brush, stumbled to the couch, drank the last bit of whisky, and waited for her to return.

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In the dark of his dreams, he saw her arising from the sea, triumph in her eyes. He felt a surge of hope, a certainty that shed somehow made it to shore, to some sheltered cove, and found her way to where hed been waiting for so long. But every time she drew close to him, her image began to blur. He fought against the fading colors. He didnt want her to be with the other angels, the lost souls of the Gabriella. He wanted her to be with him, where she belonged. When he finally awoke, the sun was high in the sky. He was alone, and the paintings were . . . gone. Shed been taken from him again. He howled with rage and anguish, raising his fist to the sky. He would do whatever it took to get her back.

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Brianna Kane shivered as the ocean breeze sliced through her black dress. The hillside cemetery in Angels Bay overlooked a restless sea, whitecaps crashing against the boulders below, dark clouds blotting out the sun. The ocean was angry, and so was she. This should have been just another Monday morning. Lucas should have been in preschool. She should have been in her own classroom, teaching French to middle-schoolers. And DerekDerek should not have been dead. Everything about this moment was wrong. Five years ago, shed come to Angels Bay to marry Derek Kane. Theyd planned to wed by the edge of the sea. Shed pictured the moment a thousand times. Shed wear an off-the-shoulder white satin dress with a lacy train that went on forever. The wind would blow through her long blond hair, and the sun sparkling off the ocean would light up

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Dereks face, his hazel eyes always so beautiful and eager for her. But she hadnt married Derek on a windswept bluff. Shed said her I dos in a cold, sterile room at a prison a hundred miles away, and her husband hadnt been wearing a tuxedo but an orange jumpsuit. Despite the bad start, shed believed that one day their lives would get back on trackthat Dereks innocence would be proven, his appeal would be granted. Hed be released, and theyd have the life they were supposed to have. That dream had died five weeks ago, along with Derek, leaving her with nothing but frustration, anger, and a lot of questions. As the minister prayed for Dereks soul, she glanced around the small group of mourners. Theyd waited to have the memorial service until she could pack up her apartment and move to Angels Bay, where Dereks parents lived. Over the past month, shed kept herself too busy to think beyond immediate plans. Now she was here and forced to confront what shed been avoidingDereks death and the end of all her dreams. Her mother-in-law, Nancy, a short, plump brunette, sobbed in her husbands arms. Her father-inlaw, Rick, so tall and lean, had lost even more weight in recent weeks and was now almost gaunt as he tried to comfort his wife. Nancys sister, Margaret, stood across from them, surreptitiously wiping tears from the corners of her eyes with a delicate handkerchief. Wyatt Kane, Dereks grandfather, stood next

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to her, a grim, forbidding man with fierce brown eyes and shocking white hair that was long and wild. Wyatt, an internationally acclaimed artist, had once been Dereks biggest supporter, but their relationship had been shattered by Dereks conviction. Brianna was surprised hed come to the funeral. Hed certainly never visited the prison. Neighbors and friends of the Kanes filled out the group. Most of the mourners were of Dereks parents generation, with only a few former friends in attendance. The rest had vanished long ago. Mommy, Lucas whispered loudly as he tugged on her hand. How can Daddy fit in that box? Wont he be scared to go into the hole? Her stomach turned over at the earnest, worried question. Dereks ashes were enclosed in a small wooden box that would be buried in the family plot. She squatted down, putting her arm around Lucass shoulders as she tried to think of an answer that wouldnt scare him. How did one explain death to a four-year-old? Mommy? Lucass curious light eyes were so like his fathers it made her heart hurt. Daddys in heaven, she said gently. Hes with the angels now. Hes not scared, and you dont have to worry about him. Then whats in the box? Its just a symbol, something to remember him by. She hoped the answer would be enough for him. Do you think Daddy is looking at us right now?

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Hell be watching over us wherever we go, she assured him. Lucas lifted his gaze to the sky, his eyes searching. Shed seen the expression on his face before, and not just since Derek had died. Lucas had always been looking for his father. Hed never understood why Derek didnt live with them like the other daddies did. He couldnt understand why his father stayed in the big ugly house with the bars. Shed hoped that when Derek got out of prison, he could explain what had happened in a way that Lucas would understand and that after a while the prison years would be forgotten, replaced by happier memories. But Derek had died just before he was due to be released. When the minister ended his prayer, the mourners filed by, each placing a white rose on the box of ashes. The Kanes took Lucas back to the car to give Brianna a moment of privacy, but Dereks grandfather lingered behind. Derek was a damn fool, Wyatt said abruptly. He could have had everything, but he threw it all away for greed and ambition. He didnt want to work for success. He just wanted to take it. His harsh words caught her by surprise. Thats not true. Derek was innocent. He didnt steal those paintings from the museum, nor did he assault the security guard. He was set up to take the fall for someone else. Wyatt gave her a scornful look. If you still be-

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lieve that, youre a damn fool. Derek was the best liar I ever met. It might have been his best talenthis only talent. You should forget about Derek, concentrate on your son, and make sure he doesnt turn out like his father did. Wyatt tossed his rose onto the grass and left. Brianna drew in a shaky breath and slowly let it out, rattled by his harsh words. Her fingers began to sting, and she realized she was gripping the thorny stem of her rose. A drop of blood appeared, bright red against her pale skin, and she stared at it in fascination. Derek had brought her a lot of pain in recent years, but she still remembered the man shed fallen in love with, the one who had been outgoing, charming, and handsome, with blond hair and eyes that changed with the colors of the season. Derek had made her feel special and important, as if she were the only one who mattered. Hed swept her off her feet with his big dreamsthe places he wanted to go, the life he wanted to lead. And that was the man she mourned now, the one with so much unrealized potential. Stepping forward, she laid her rose on top of the others. I guess this is it, Derek, she whispered. Its hard to believe youre really gone. We should have had more timea lot more time. She swallowed hard, a knot growing in her throat. But we have a beautiful son. Ill make sure that Lucas knows who his father was. Hell see where you grew up, and hell

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walk in your memoriesat least for a while. Tears blurred her eyes. Im going to keep fighting for you, too. I wont stop until we get to the truth. The wind brushed against her face like the caress of a mans hand. She touched her fingers to her suddenly warm cheek and raised her face to the sky. There was a small break in the clouds, a whisper of blue sky . . . then the wind blew, and the dark clouds returned. As two men began to bury the box of ashes, she stepped back, unable to watch. She turned to move toward Nancy and Rick and caught a glimpse of a man standing just beyond the trees. Her heart jumped into her throat. He wasnt wearing a police uniform today, but she recognized him all the sameJason Marlow. He was the one whod built the case against Derek and sent him to jail. And he had the nerve to come to his funeral? She was halfway across the grass before she even realized she was moving. Shed kept a tight rein on her emotions for years, but now she couldnt hold them in for one more second. Jason straightened when he saw her coming. He wore jeans and a black sweater that emphasized his broad shoulders. His hair was sandy brown, his eyes dark and wary. He stood by a dusty Jeep, and judging by his stance, the way he held his keys, he was considering making a run for it. Too late. If he didnt want to talk to her, he shouldnt have come. What the hell are you doing here? she demanded.

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I came to pay my respects. To the man you sent to prison? Why? She didnt bother to fake politeness. Shed wanted to yell at someone for a long time, and he was the perfect target. I grew up with Derek, he said. You know that. Your friendship didnt matter when Derek begged you to help him. Do you really think hed care that you were here now, after what you did to him? Anger flashed in his eyes. I did my job. You sent an innocent man to jail. Now hes dead. Jason swallowed hard, a battle going on in his eyes. She willed him to try to refute her statement, because she wanted a fight. She needed to release the unbearable tension in her body. Her hands clenched into fists, and it took all of her willpower not to take a swing at him. Shed never hit anyone in her life, but damn if she didnt want to punch him. Before Jason could speak, Lucas ran over, interrupting them. He threw his little arms around her hips and gave Jason a curious look. Who are you? Jasons face paled; her son was the mirror image of his father. Hes no one, Lucas, Brianna answered. Go back to the car. Grandma Nancy says to come, Lucas told her. People are waiting at the house. Ill be right there. Go on.

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Lucas gave Jason another look and then ran back to his grandparents. Jasons lips tightened as his gaze met hers. This must be rough on him. Dont pretend to care. She refused to soften at the pain in his eyes. I cant believe youre here. Did you really think youd be welcome? His gaze burned into hers. It was probably a mistake. But I couldnt stop thinking about Derek and about you. She stiffened. Im not interested in what you think about. Then why are you still talking to me? Im not. She turned, then glanced back at him. Im not leaving town. I intend to find out what really happened five years ago. You know what happened. Derek swore he was set up. Not by me, Jason said flatly. You need to let it go, Brianna. That would certainly make things easier for you. And for you. Be realistic. Your private investigator couldnt come up with any new information because theres none to be found. She shook her head. No. You were wrong about Derek, and Ill prove it. She walked quickly back to the car, feeling Jasons gaze follow her every step. What was Jason doing here? Rick asked, concern etched across the deep lines of his face.

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He said he wanted to pay his respects. Maybe after all these years, hes finally sorry for not believing in Derek, Nancy suggested. Brianna watched Jason drive away. He wasnt sorry at all, but she would find a way to change that. Briannas words echoed through Jasons head as he sped through the black iron gates of the cemetery. No way in hell had he sent an innocent man to jail, and there was no possibility that Brianna would be able to prove otherwise. Derek was guilty, and Brianna was blinded by love. Hed thought after all this time she might have come to accept the truth about her husband, but it was clear she was still living in denialand in pain. He blew out a breath, thinking about how much shed changed in the past five years. Her stunning blue eyes were now haunted and weary. Her curves had thinned, and shed cut at least six inches off what had once been a glorious mane of thick blond hair. She wasnt a girl anymore but a woman, a wife, a mother . . . and a widow. His gut clenched with anger and sadness, not just for her and her son. Derek had once been his friend, and he missed that happy, carefree, doanything-once guy who had died at the age of thirty-two, which was a tragedy no matter what hed done. Contrary to what Brianna thought, hed never wanted to send Derek to jail. He had looked hard for other suspects. There hadnt been any.

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In the eyes of Brianna and the Kanes, he was the enemy, the one to blame for the destruction of their family. Hed always believed that putting the guilty behind bars was a noble cause, but even the bad guys had people who loved them. Too restless to go home, he headed across town to Kara and Colins house. The Lynches had been his best friends since elementary school. If there were two people he could count on in life, it was them. As he pulled up in front of their home, he smiled at the pumpkins lining the porch rail and the cobwebs strewn across the hedges. Halloween was one of Kara and Colins favorite holidays. Last year, hed helped Colin turn the garage into a haunted house. This year, he suspected things would be a little tamer. Colin was only five weeks into his recovery from a head injury that had left him in a coma for three months. And Kara was busy taking care of her husband and their newborn, Faith, whod made her arrival just a day before Colin had woken up. He got out of his car and was halfway to the porch steps when Kara came through the front door carrying a skeleton door decoration. She wore blue jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt, and her dark red hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She didnt have on a speck of makeup, but she didnt need any. She still had that baby glow. Jason, how are you? she asked, setting down the skeleton to give him a big hug. I didnt know you were coming by.

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It was a spur-of-the-moment decision. Your timing is perfect. Colin just got back from physical therapy, and hes in a bear of a mood. Maybe you can get him out of it. She cast a quick look back at the house to make sure they were still alone. I dont know whats going on with him. Hes extremely irritable, and no matter what I do, I constantly annoy him. I wasnt expecting this, Jason. I thought once he woke up, hed be ecstatically happy. Colins fuse did seem shorter, but wasnt that to be expected? He just needs time to adjust. Hes confused, Kara. Three months passed for us while he was frozen in time. He doesnt even remember being shot. Nor does he realize how close he came to dying. He expects to be able to do everything he did before, but he cant, and its frustrating him. Youre right. I need to be more patient. Its just not one of my strengths. No kidding. He looked past Kara as the door opened and Colin stepped onto the porch, wearing navy sweatpants and a white T-shirt with the Angels Bay Police Department insignia. Colin gave Jason a quick nod, then told Kara, The baby is crying. Shes probably hungry, and I cant do anything about that. Ill get her. Thanks. As Colin moved toward the porch bench, Kara gave Jason a pointed look and then disappeared into the house. Colin let out a sigh as he sat down and stretched his legs out in front of him. Hed regained some

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color in his face the past few weeks, but his clothes still hung loosely on his big frame. How are you feeling? Jason leaned against the porch railing. I have to tell you that you look like shit. I had a workout this morning. Im a little tired. Maybe you should take it slower. Did Kara tell you to say that? Colin demanded, a fire in his usually calm green eyes. I can speak for myself, Jason replied, unintimidated by Colins bad mood. Theyd been friends since the third grade. Neither of them had siblings, and in each other theyd found a brother. Theyd grown up together, joined the force, and worked side by side. Theyd shared good times and bad. Hed hoped the bad was over, but it looked as if there were still some issues to work through. At least Colin was alive. Everything else could be figured out. I dont want to take it slower, Colin continued with a frown. I need to get in shape, so I can go back to work and support my family. You will, but in the meantime you can be home with your daughter and with Kara. Whats wrong with that? Nothing is wrong with that. Colin ran a hand through his hair in irritation. Im not complaining. Arent you? Look, I know I have a lot to be thankful for. I just want to be the man I was. I need to take care of my wife and my child. Its bad enough that Kara had to go through labor without me. He shook his head,

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anger etched in every line of his face. I dont want her to worry about money and working part-time at the quilt store or the real-estate office. I want her to stay home with Faith, the way we planned. Youre the one who needs to stop worrying about money and work. All Kara needs right now is you at her side. She needs more than that, Colin argued. No, she doesnt. Shes tired, Colin. She sat by your bed every damn day for three long months and prayed for you to wake up. The whole town thought she was chasing a dream, but she wouldnt give in. She wouldnt even go to the hospital when she went into labor; she was so damn determined to be with you when she gave birth to your daughter. She put you first, above herself. Youve got a hell of a woman for a wife. You think I dont know that? Colin asked, clearly pissed off. You think I dont wonder if Ill be enough for her now? Im different. My mind is muddy. I cant find words. I forget things. I dont feel like myself, and who knows if I ever will? I hate feeling weak, out of control. I saw Kara taking out the trash earlier. I always took out the trash. Its my job, not hers. Im sure shell be happy to give you back that job. Stop pushing yourself so hard. Youll be the man you were and more. Kara has been in love with you since you were kids. Shes seen you at your worst. Shes not going anywhere.

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I dont want her to stay because she feels sorry for me. From where I sit, youre the only one feeling sorry for you. Colin sucked in a sharp breath. Why dont you tell me what you really think? Fine: I think you should get your head out of your ass. If I wasnt so tired, Id take a swing at you. Jason grinned. Youd probably fall over. Yeah, probably. The anger faded from Colins eyes. Youre the only one around here who isnt afraid Ill break. Everyone else treats me like Im fragile. If you didnt break after what you went through, I think youre good to go for another fifty years. I have every confidence that youll return to normal. So take a breath and enjoy the daybecause in spite of everything, youre still alive. Colin nodded. I hate to admit that youre right. I usually am. Colin rolled his eyes. So whats up with you? Just checking in, he said with a shrug. Colins gaze sharpened. Wait a second. Today is Monday. Tell me you didnt go to Derek Kanes funeral. I drove by the cemetery, Jason conceded. Why the hell would you do that? I couldnt stop myself. It was a remarkably small group for a guy who once had more friends than I could count. It was just his parents, a few relatives,

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some of the neighbors. Charlotte and her mother were there. Andrew Schilling did the service. I didnt go close enough to hear it. He paused. Brianna and her son, Lucas, are moving here to be close to the Kanes. I heard something about that. Did you also hear that Brianna intends to prove that Derek was innocent, that I railroaded him to jail? Who told you that? She did. I thought you didnt get close enough to talk to anyone. She saw me and came over. She was furious that I was there. How did you think she would react? Colin paused. Brianna wont be able to prove anything. You double- and triple-checked your facts. The chief rode your ass every step of that investigation, and you didnt do it alone. Everyone in the department was involved. No one wanted to believe Derek was responsible, but the facts were the facts. Thats what I keep telling myself. Then start believing it. Colins gaze was pointed and direct. Youve always been your own worst critic. Frankly, Ive never understood why everyone was surprised by Dereks behavior. He always had his eye on the prize. Even when we were kids, he was hustling at the poker games in the Murrays garage. Art was his ticket to the top. With his grandfathers connections and his own personal charm, Derek had an en-

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tre into a world of money filled with celebrities and power brokers. There was temptation everywhere he looked. What Colin said was true, but there was one big question theyd never managed to answer. I just wish wed found the paintings. Stolen art is rarely recovered; you know that. Derek had to hand those paintings off to someonean accomplice or a buyer, maybe both. I never understood why hed take the fall. Why didnt he implicate anyone else? He probably never thought hed actually go to prison. Derek always believed that he was the exception to the rule. Jason cocked his head, hearing an undertone in Colins voice that he hadnt noticed before. Doesnt sound as if you liked him as much as I thought you did. He was entertaining. I never thought he had much substance, but you knew him better that I did. I always thought Derek took the easy way out. Well, there was nothing easy about serving time. And now hes dead. Not because of you, Colin met his gaze. You need to get a grip. You didnt send an innocent man to jail, and you are not responsible for his death. Dereks case is closed. Let it stay that way. It wont stay closed if Brianna has anything to say about it. He jerked upright, filled with a restless adrenaline he couldnt seem to shake. I cant believe shes come back here at all, much less that

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shes going to go on some crusade to clear Dereks name. Its been five years. The investigator the Kanes hired came up with nothing. I thought by now Brianna would have finally figured out who Derek really was. So this isnt about Derek at allits about his beautiful widow, Colin said with a speculative gleam in his eyes. You cant stand that she believed him over you. Youre used to being the hero with women, but with Brianna youre the bad guy. Thats not it, he denied quickly, though there was a grain of truth in Colins words. You dont think youll change her mind, do you? Because it wont happen. You need to let this go, move on, and stay away from Brianna Kane. It was good advice. Jason just didnt think he could take it.

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Dark clouds blotted out the glow of the sun setting over the ocean, and the threatening storm sent a chill down Isabella Silveiras spine. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel as the Pacific coast Highway took another terrifying twist along a steep cliff that dropped abruptly into the wild, crashing waves below. Shed always been a spontaneous person, but this trip was giving her plenty of second thoughts. She was exhausted, haunted by a series of tormenting dreams for the last two weeks. Theyd begun shortly after shed received a birthday present from her brother Joe, an antique turquoise and gold pendant that hed found in the house hed inherited from their uncle carlos in Angels Bay. Hed told her that the turquoise reminded him of her unusual eyes. All of her other siblings had brown eyes, but somehow in the Irish-Hispanic mix of her parents, shed ended up with dark hair, olive skin, and deep blue eyes.

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Her eyes were part of her special gift, her grandmother Elena had told herthe gift of insight imparted by their Mayan ancestors and shared by only a few women in the family. Her teasing siblings had told her that her gift was a story their grandmother had made up to make her feel special. But that didnt explain why touching certain items belonging to people she cared about triggered dreams and visions of the future. Unfortunately, those flashes of insight were rarely helpful. Even when she tried to warn someone, she often wound up getting somewhere just in time to pick up the pieces. After several troubling incidents, shed learned to shy away from deeply emotional relationships, because they often brought on the disturbing flashes. It was easier to skate along the surface, never settling too long in one place or with one person. She could have fun, have friends, have sexbut love was another thing entirely. Love could make her crazy. For months her brain had been quiet, until shed put on the necklace. That night, shed dreamed of Angels Bay. Shed never been to the town where Joe had taken over as police chief almost a year earlier. But the images haunting her had included this highway and the Angels Bay sign shed passed three miles back, as well as shadows and silhouettes swirling around landmarks and people that seemed meaningful in some unfathomable way. Just when she came to the brink of discovery, she woke up sweating and

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shaking, with a certainty that she was supposed to do something, save someonebut she didnt know what to do or whom to save. Shed taken to exercise, running, spinning, kickboxing, anything that would leave her too exhausted to dream. Shed lost five pounds, but the dreams had continued to come. Finally, shed stopped fighting. The pendant had come from Joe. What if he was in trouble and she did nothing? Shed never forgive herself. Fortunately, she was between movie projects. She worked as a freelance costume designer, and the start date of her next film had been pushed back until January, leaving her at loose ends for the next two months. While she normally helped out at her sisters clothing boutique between design jobs, shed decided to go to Angels Bay instead. Even if she couldnt figure out her dreams, at least shed get to see Joe. And she was more than a little curious about Angels Bay. Joe seemed to be in love with the townso much so that hed agreed to divorce his wife rather than move back to L.A. As raindrops splashed across her windshield, she turned on her wipers and her headlights. The road had widened, the hills on her right side falling back to vast open meadows, closed-up fruit stands on the edge of farmland, and an occasional rural road heading inland toward the mountains. There werent many cars and very few lights. She felt isolated, alone, and inexplicably tense.

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A crack of thunder jolted her. Shed heard that sound in her dreams. But she wasnt dreaming, she reminded herself as goose bumps ran along her arms. This was reality. She hit the defrost button as her window began to fog, telling herself everything was fine. A few more miles, and shed be in Angels Bay. As she drove around another turn, a flash of light blinded her, high beams from an oncoming car that wove recklessly across the highway. She hit the brakes as the car suddenly turned in front of her, skidding onto a dirt road heading toward the mountains. Her brakes couldnt grip the rain-soaked highway, and her car began to skid. She hung on to the wheel, fighting for control, but she was heading straight toward the cliff on the ocean side of the road. She jammed the brakes to the floor, but there was no way to stop. Her car ripped through the guard rail, plunging down the rocky hillside in a wild, jolting ride. The front of the car hit something, and the windshield shattered. She threw up her hands as her airbag deployed and stars exploded before her eyes. Minutes or hours later, she heard someone yelling, tugging the car door open. Rain hit her face, and she blinked in bewilderment. The front window had splintered, and smoke was coming off the hood of her car. Are you all right? a man demanded. She stared at him in confusion. His clothes were drenched, his hair soaked, his eyes dark and worried.

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Youve been in an accident, he said. Are you hurt? She put a hand to her forehead and winced as she saw the blood on her fingers. The cut on your head doesnt look too bad, he told her. can you move? I want to get you out of here. Theres no telling how long the rocks will hold. Hed barely finished speaking when the car slid a few inches forward. Isabella grabbed his arm in panic. Dont let me go. His jaw tightened in determination. I wont. Im getting you out of here right now. His voice held so much confidence, she felt marginally reassured, but the car was pitched at a precariously steep angle. The man reached across to undo her seatbelt, and she tried to get out, but her left foot was pinned where the side of her car had smashed against the rocks. My foot is stuck! A wave of terror ran through her as she tried to pull her leg free. Hold on. Let me see if I can figure out whats pinning you down. He squatted next to the car, his hand running down her leg. She could feel his fingers against her ankle as he pushed down on the metal. He grimaced with the effort, but she was finally able to yank her foot out, sending the car sliding forward another few inches. The wall of rocks holding the car back from the sea began to break apart. The man grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the car just as the vehicle lurched forward. He

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rolled on top of her, digging his feet into the soil as the vehicle slid down the mountain. She watched in shocked horror as it plummeted over the edge of the bluff in a shower of rocks, the roar of the waves swallowing its splash. Shed almost been inside. Shed almost died. Her breath stalled in her chest. She tightened her arms around the man who had her pinned to the ground, terrified that they would slide down the hill just as the car had done. Youre okay, he told her soothingly. Youre safe. Safe? She was lying on a slippery hillside, yards away from the edge of a cliff, but the weight of his body reassured her. She wasnt going to fall. He wouldnt let her. She didnt know how she knew thatbut she did. Im going to sit up, he said slowly, his gaze on hers. And youre going to loosen your grip on me just a little bit. She swallowed hard and shook her head. I dont think I can let you go. Youre not letting go. Were just going to move toward those rocks, where the ground is more stable. He gave her a small smile as if what he was asking her to do was no big deal. It will be fine. Something about the certainty in his eyes made her trust him. Slowly, she loosened her hold on him, digging her hands and feet into the dirt as he moved off of her. He didnt let go of her entirely, keeping a

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strong hand on her arm. Sitting up, he scooted backward, pulling her with him, until they reached flatter ground and another outcropping of rocks. Letting out a breath, she was finally able to sit up without feeling as if she was going to slide down the hill. The steady rain had stopped, a slice of moonlight breaking through the clouds, and she took a better look at her rescuer. He was wearing a suit and tie, not exactly superhero attire. How had he made it down the cliff in leather shoes? As her gaze traveled back to his face, a shock of awareness ran through her. Shed seen his face in her dreams. Its you, she muttered in amazement. He gave her an uncertain look. Have we met? I dreamed about you. The words came out before she could stop them. I just didnt know it was you. By the frown on his face, he had no idea what she was talking about, and she wasnt completely sure herself. While his face was familiar, her dreams had never put her on the side of a cliff in the middle of a rainstorm. All right, take it easy. Help is on the way, he said. She lifted her head at the distant sound of sirens. I called nine-one-one as soon as I saw your car go off the road, he said. What happened? A car turned right in front of me onto a side road. I braked, but the road was too wet, and I had

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no traction. I turned the wheel, but the car skidded toward the side. She shivered and pulled her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as a horrified chill ran through her. I didnt see the other car, just your taillights disappearing off the side of the road. A minute later, I wouldnt have seen a thing. I dont know if I would have even noticed the broken guard rail in the rain. I was concentrating on getting home. He stopped abruptly, frowning. Youre freezing. He stripped off his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. Better? She nodded, her teeth chattering from the cold. Her head throbbed, and everything seemed surreal, as if she were in a dream. But there was blood and mud on her clothes, and her wet hair was plastered against her head, all signs of reality. She glanced at her rescuer again. Whats your name? Nick Hartley. And you? Isabella, she murmured, looking into his dark eyes. She extended her hand, and as his fingers gripped hers, a burst of color, almost like flames, flashed in her head. She wanted to let him go, but she couldnt. Was it because hed saved her life? or because he was part of whatever had put her on this highway in the first place? Nick Hartley pulled his hand from hers and stood up, looking toward the road high above, where a fire engines strobe lights bounced off the hillside. They should be able to get you out of here in a few minutes, he said.

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How did you ever get down here? she asked in wonder. The hillside was steep and rocky and hard to see in the dark. Yet he had rushed down it without a thought. I dont remember exactly. I had some adrenaline going. Getting back up wont be as easy, but well make it. You saved my life. I dont know how to thank you. You dont have to thank me. I was just in the right place at the right time. Luck was on your side tonight. She nodded. But as another shiver ran through her, she didnt think that luck had had anything to do with their meeting. Thirty minutes later, Nick stood on the edge of the highway, watching the ambulance take off toward Angels Bay. He let out a relieved breath. He hadnt had a chance to think, only to act, but now the reality of what hed just been through washed over him. He was soaked from the rain, and his clothes were filthy, but at least the woman was alive. She was damn fortunate. A shudder ran through him as he flashed back to the moment when hed pulled her free of the car, crushed her body against the hillside, and prayed the ground would hold. Shed been terrified, her eyes wide and shocked. Shed clung to him as if he were the only thing that stood between life and death for her. And he had been.

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He could still feel the force of the car plunging toward the sea, threatening to take them with it. It had taken all his strength to pull her free. Thank God hed been successful. The way shed looked at him had rattled him, her fingers wrapped around his as if shed never let go. For a second, hed felt a ripping fear that he might not want to let her go, either. Which was crazy, because where women were concerned, he always let go first. The only time he hadnt had ended in painful disaster. Getting into his car, he started the engine and turned on the heater. Isabella still had his suit jacket. Hed check in at the hospital later to see how she was, but first he had to get home. He had another, much younger female to worry about: his daughter, Megan. He pulled out his cell phone. There were no missed calls, which was disturbing. Hed been trying to get in touch with Megan since three oclock, when she was supposed to get home from school. Hed tried to set down some rules since her arrival, but so far, he was the only one following them. He punched in her number again, but it went immediately to voice-mail. He tossed the phone onto his console and pulled onto the highway. He probably should have thought about Megan before hed charged down that slippery hillside, but he wasnt used to worrying about anyone but himself. His fifteen-year-old daughter had been out of his life for the past twelve years, returning

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under duress only three weeks ago. She didnt want to live with him, didnt want to stay in Angels Bay, didnt want anything to do with the father she believed had abandoned her. Hed been only twenty-one when her mother had taken off with her and gone to Europe. Hed had no money, no job, and no way to fight for Megan. By the time he had the means, years had passed, and hed thought she was happy with her mother and her stepfather, that it was too late for him to be a dad. Hed never imagined that his ex-wife, kendra, would suddenly ship Megan back to him, claiming that it was his turn to take care of her. He knew Megan was hurt and furious at both of them; he just didnt know how to make it better. Nor did he know how to be a father. Megan wasnt the sweet, loving three-year-old he remembered. Shed dyed her blond hair black with shades of purple, had a nose ring and an attitude that was bigger than she was. He had no idea how to handle her. The ring of his phone gave him a small moment of hope. But it was his mothers number that flashed across the screen. What happened? Pamela Hartley asked worriedly. I got a call from Phyllis, who heard from her son that you were in an accident. That was fast. I wasnt in the accident. I just got the woman out of the car to safety. Is she all right? I think so. She has some minor injuries. And you?

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Wet, cold, and dirty but otherwise fine. Im on my way home. Im more concerned about Megan. Did you check on her after school? Was I supposed to? his mother asked. I called you this morning on the way to my meeting, he reminded her. oh, thats right, you did. I got so caught up in work that I completely forgot. Im sure shes fine. That was his mother, completely offhand and reluctant to focus on anything or anyone who wasnt involved in her world of the theater. Why was he even surprised? His mother had often forgotten to pick him up from school when he was a kid. He should have asked his sister, Tory, to check on Megan. Well, Im not sure Megan is fine, he said. She isnt answering her phone. Probably to annoy you. Shes been uprooted, and shes angry. You need to give her some time. Her whole world changed in a second, and she hasnt caught up yet. I feel exactly the same way. I never imagined kendra would suddenly bail on Megan. You should have seen it coming. kendra was always selfish. I never knew what you saw in that girl. Hed seen long legs, big breasts, and a sexy mouthbut then, hed been eighteen when theyd met during a summer production at his familys theater. Theyd had a passionate romance that ended with an unexpected pregnancy. Theyd married, thinking it was the right thing to do and that their

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love would lastbut it hadnt. kendra had gotten a better offer and taken off. I dont know what Im going to do with Megan, he said, not expecting his mother to have an answer but needing to talk to someone. Youre going to be her father. Its a little late for that. Megan hates me. It hurt to say the words out loud. She thinks I deserted her, and in a way, I did. She doesnt know the whole story. Shell come around eventually. She likes being with us at the theater. And why not? Its in her blood. She gets along with Tory, too. Its all going to work out, Nick. I hope so. His extended family was the reason hed brought Megan to Angels Bay. While they often drove him crazy with their quirky, eccentric personalities, he needed reinforcements, and everyone was in town to put on the Winter Workshop. So instead of taking Megan to the onebedroom condo he owned in L.A., hed brought her to the two-bedroom fixer-upper in Angels Bay hed purchased a few years earlier. We started auditions today, his mother continued, and some of the locals came in. kara Lynch was much better than I expected. of course, we still have a lot of people to see. And theres so much to do to get the theater ready. I cant believe this is the last production well have in this old building, but I also cant wait to see your designs for restoring the theater to its original glory. Nicks mind drifted as his mother rambled on

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about preproduction planning. The theater was her life, as it was for everyone else in his family. The Hartleys had been running the Angels Bay Regional Theater for six decades; he was one of the few whod broken away. Mom, Im pulling into the driveway, he said, interrupting her ramble. Ill talk to you later. As he turned off the engine, he noted the dark house. one thing hed learned about his daughter was that if she was home, every light in the place was on. He entered through the kitchen door, snapping on the overhead light. He called for Megan and checked her bedroom, but there was no sign of her. Returning to the kitchen, he debated his options. Megan had been testing her boundaries ever since she arrived, and he doubted she was lost or anywhere she didnt want to be. Maybe he should be glad shed found somewhere to go, making friends, getting out of the house. on the other hand, she could be in trouble, and he couldnt just do nothing. Perhaps his sister would have an idea. He was about to call Tory when the kitchen door flew open and Megan ran in. Her face was flushed, her hair damp, as if shed been out in the rain. Her brown eyes were bright and a little guilty. Shed been up to something. He was sure of that. Where have you been? he asked. She stared back at him, her eyes as stormy as the weather. I could ask you the same question. What did you do, fall into a hole? He glanced down at his mud-caked clothes.

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Something like that. Dont change the subject. You were supposed to stay home after school, and you were supposed to answer your phone. And you were supposed to be my father. But you disappeared for twelve years. So what if I took off for an hour or two? That doesnt come close to making us even. She ran down the hall and slammed her bedroom door. Nick drew in a deep breath and let it out. It had been a long day and it was getting even longer. He walked down the hall, knocked on her door, and then turned the knob. Fortunately, there was no lock, so she couldnt keep him out even if she wanted to. Megan was sitting cross-legged on her bed in front of her laptop. She gave him a scowl. Arent you going to take a shower? In a minute. Where were you? out with friends. I thought you said you didnt have any friends. Well, I do. Isnt that what you wanted? she challenged. What he wanted was for them to have a conversation without a wall of anger and pain between them, but that wasnt happening tonight. She picked up her headphones and slipped them on, clearly dismissing him. He needed to find a way to connect with her. She was his daughter, and he loved her. No matter how unhappy she was now, he didnt intend to let her go again.

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