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  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR MEG TILLY AND HER NOVELS
  3. TITLES BY MEG TILLY
  4. Dedication
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  69. Excerpt from SOLACE ISLAND
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  74. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Mick studied Sarah’s face. She looked so lost and small. Unsure. She had been ready to think the worst of him, hop out of his car at a moment’s notice. Clearly trust was still an issue. And why wouldn’t it be? She’s shared so much with you. What have you shared with her? Nothing of any importance. Why? Because you’re scared shitless that if you let her see past the veneer, she’ll no longer look at you with that glow in her eyes. “Bullshit.”

“Sorry. I wasn’t . . . What did you say?” She looked so weary.

“Nothing. Didn’t realize I’d spoken aloud.” You had the perfect opportunity when Chastity brought up Flo, and what did you do? Shut her down, and Sarah, too.

Dammit.

Mick could feel bile rising in his throat, fear, too, but he knew what he had to do. “Right.” He pulled his car into the traffic. “There’s something I want to show you before we head back to LA.” She gave a slight nod, her eyes still closed. Mick got into the left lane. At the traffic light, he made a U-turn and headed out of town.

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Mick pulled off Route 266 onto the pounded dirt and gravel parking lot, the tires of his Porsche spitting up clouds of dust. He jerked his chin toward the view of the burned ruins of the collection of double-wides through the windshield. His heart was thundering in his chest. “You asked about where I grew up.” He felt slightly disoriented, almost nauseous. A car like his would have caused quite a stir back in the day. Big money. “There she blows. Home sweet home.”

Sarah looked at him, her eyes wide with surprise. “Oh, Mick,” she said, a soft smile dawning on her face as if he’d just gifted her with something very precious. “You want to get out?”

“Not really,” Mick replied as he yanked open his door and exited the vehicle. He forced himself to do it fast, his breath held as if he were jumping off a pier into a glacier-fed lake. He could hear Sarah get out as well. Mick didn’t look at her. Kept his eyes firmly on the building. Acting relaxed, but he could feel the tension gripping his jaw.

“It’s beautiful land in a stark sort of way.”