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Chapters (25)
  1. LETTERS FROM KATE
  2. Also by
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright Page
  5. Dedication
  6. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  7. CHAPTER 1
  8. CHAPTER 2
  9. CHAPTER 3
  10. CHAPTER 4
  11. CHAPTER 5
  12. CHAPTER 6
  13. CHAPTER 7
  14. CHAPTER 8
  15. CHAPTER 9
  16. CHAPTER 10
  17. CHAPTER 11
  18. CHAPTER 12
  19. CHAPTER 13
  20. CHAPTER 14
  21. CHAPTER 15
  22. CHAPTER 16
  23. EPILOGUE
  24. Teaser
  25. About the Author

“Just this,” Garrett said. “She was calling from the police station. Evidently she’s been arrested.”

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 8

“Arrested? For what?” Allison blinked her eyes into focus and glanced at the bedside clock. It was 2:25.

“The police stopped her because of a missing taillight,” Garrett said. “She had some alcohol on her breath, and because she was driving the company car, she had no proof that she hadn’t stolen it.”

“And she called you?”

“It wasn’t as if she could call her father.”

And she wouldn’t call me, Allison thought. “I’m assuming one of us needs to go and get her.”

“Brianna asked me to come,” Garrett said. “But it might not look so good, me showing up at this hour to pick up a girl. I mean, I’m not even family.” There was a moment of silence on the line, broken by a female giggle in the background.

Clearly he wasn’t alone, but she wasn’t about to mention it. “Fine,” she said. “I should probably be the one to do it. I’ll go and get her. But for now we won’t say anything to upset Burke. Agreed?”

“Of course. Thanks, Allison.” She could hear the giggle again as Garrett ended the call. The man hadn’t wasted any time since his separation from his wife. But that was none of her business. Right now her concern was dealing with Brianna and getting her safely home.

Dressed in jeans, a sweatshirt, and a light jacket, she grabbed her purse and headed for her car. A misting rain was falling outside. She turned on the wipers to clear the windshield as she drove. What was she going to say to her stepdaughter? Nineteen was a typical age for sowing wild oats; but to get into trouble while her father was in the hospital was crossing the line. Brianna needed a crash course in responsibility. But would she listen to the stepmother she viewed as an interloper?

The police station was on Maddux Street, west of the Landing. Allison pulled into an empty parking space, turned off the key, and took a deep breath. There was just one way—if any—that she might be able to reach Brianna. Tell her the truth.

She gave her name and showed her ID to the sergeant at the desk. “I can confirm that the car wasn’t stolen,” she said. “It belongs to my husband’s business, as you’ll see on the registration. Brianna borrowed it to drive while she’s in town, visiting her father in the hospital.” Allison forced herself to stop talking. The sergeant’s expression told her she’d said enough.