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  1. Cover Page
  2. Front Flap
  3. Title Page
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Dedication
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In the distance they could see a woman standing in front of Cleo’s cabin, flashlight in hand. She pushed open the door, flicked on the outside light, then started inside.

A figure wearing a ski mask emerged from the darkness, knife in one hand, flowers in the other, and rushed to push his way into Cleo’s cabin.

“Oh my God!” Regan cried as she and Jack took off up the trail.

Cleo screamed as she struggled to close the door. She was pushing as hard as she could, but was finally thrown backward. “No!” she screamed as she landed on the floor. “No!”

The intruder rushed into the cabin and threw a bouquet at Cleo. She tried to get away, but he caught her arm. “You’ll never say no to me again, Cleo! Never!” He raised the knife.

Jack Reilly lunged forward and grabbed the man’s wrists firmly from behind. “Oh, I think she will,” Jack shouted, tightening his grip.

Cleo scurried backward as the knife fell to the floor.

The intruder howled in pain. Regan yanked off his ski mask.

It was Winston.

79

Why doesn’t anyone like me?” Winston screamed as he was being led off in handcuffs. “All I do is try and help people.”

Regan’s cell phone rang. She cringed when she realized it was Kit calling. I’ll never hear the end of this, she thought.

“Hey, Kit.”

“Regan, are you busy?”

“Kind of.”

“I’ll make this quick,” Kit said. “I was about to pick up the phone to call Winston a few minutes ago. I’d been debating since this afternoon when I bought a women’s magazine with a headline that said you’re too picky if you’re not married. You know, basically you’re a picky loser.”

“Right.”

“But then I remembered something that struck me as weird. Winston said he came from a large family. I was so bored on our date that my mind was drifting in and out in an effort to protect my sanity. He was completely obsessed by the invertebrates …”

“Uh-huh.”

“Regan, I’m almost positive he said he didn’t have a sister. I think he was lying to you, for some reason. So I decided not to call him.”

“Good move, Kit. He would have been too busy to talk.”

“What do you mean?”

“Kit, Jack and I found Cleo.”

“That’s great! Where?”

“At a log cabin camp in New Jersey. Winston was here, too. We arrived in the nick of time. Winston was about to stab her.”

“What? Oh my God, Regan! Is Cleo okay?”