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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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A breeze kicked up and caused a shiver of goose bumps to ripple down Sarah’s neck and spine. “Vicki,” Sarah called. “I’m sorry I upset you. That wasn’t my intent. However, I really, really need access to my files! I am willing to pay, and pay well, for my ID papers back. No questions asked. I’ll leave my contact information in your mailbox. Please. Call me tonight. I fly out tomorrow morning—”

Vicki hoisted her middle finger high in the air over her shoulder. “Go to hell,” she yelled, then disappeared around the corner into the kitchen. A second later loud music was switched on. They could hear Vicki singing along to Toni Braxton’s “Un-break My Heart,” accompanied by the energetic banging of pots and pans.

“Damn.” Sarah shoved her hand into her gray purse and rummaged around for something to write on. Her fingers closed around the pen and a small pad of notepaper from the hotel’s bedside table. She circled the hotel’s address and phone number at the bottom and scribbled down her name, Mick’s name, and their room numbers.

“Do you think that’s wise? What if she’s working with your ex?”

“Kevin’s in LA. If she calls him now, he’ll still have to book a flight, drive to the airport, add an additional two hours for security, and a five-and-a-half-hour flight. It will take him at least another hour to get into Manhattan. If she doesn’t call me tonight, we can change hotels tomorrow morning. Make a deal with the front desk to forward messages to us.”

“Sarah—”

She placed her hand on his arm. “Mick,” she said softly. “I’m tired of running. I need my ID. If she has my documents and records, I need to give her every possibility to do the right thing.” Sarah turned and quickly slipped the note through the metal mail slot in the door.

Damn. Mick stared at the slot through which the note had disappeared. His gaze dropped to the base of the door. There was a rubber weather guard at the bottom. No possibility of slipping something under the door to retrieve it. “How about we give talking to her another go? We could walk around the side of the building to the back. Bet there’s a kitchen door.”

“No. She needs space.” Sarah turned and headed down the porch stairs. “Hopefully, tonight, once she calms down and thinks it over, we’ll get a call from her.”

“And if her sense of morality doesn’t kick in,” Mick said dryly, “maybe practicality will. She’s unemployed, so your promise of financial compensation might soften her stance.”

Sarah smiled at him. “Of course. That’s why I offered. I’m a firm believer in covering all bases.”

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