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  1. Cover
  2. PRAISE FOR MEG TILLY AND HER NOVELS
  3. TITLES BY MEG TILLY
  4. Dedication
  5. PROLOGUE
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  68. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  69. Excerpt from SOLACE ISLAND
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  74. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  75. What’s next onyour reading list?

Sarah swallowed hard and with a concentrated effort was gradually able to corral her eyebrows from her hairline back to their normal position on her forehead. “Well,” she managed to say conversationally. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings. He couldn’t help that he’d gotten old, lost his reflexes and spatial relations. “Kevin, my ex, was at Vicki’s town house. The police took him into custody.”

“So, he was having an affair with her. That bastard! I hope they beat the crap outta him before they threw him in the slammer.”

“Well,” Sarah said wryly, holding up her bandaged hand. “Someone got the crap beaten out of them.”

Phillip glanced over, his wrinkled face furrowed in concern. “Oh dear. I’m so sorry. I noticed that when you were sleeping, and the bruises as well. What happened?”

“We struggled; his gun went off.”

“Ouch. Painful.”

Sarah shrugged. “I’m not hurting too badly right now. Meds have kicked in, so I’m feeling pretty good. Except, of course . . . the upsetting news about Vicki.”

“Yes.” Other than the emotional outburst upon receiving the news, Phillip seemed remarkably cheerful. “Heartbreaking. I shall miss her. Although, I must say I’m very glad they caught your psychopathic husband. He’s been making my life a misery for years. Snooping around, asking questions, poking his nose where it wasn’t wanted.” He pulled onto a long, paved drive flanked with imposing brick gateposts and lined with trees. The interior of the property was hidden behind tall American holly shrubs. “It is a relief to know he is safely behind bars where he belongs. We shall all sleep a little easier tonight.” He pulled up to a stately Georgian brick Colonial with white trim, dark shutters, and a lovely slate roof. The first garage door in the three-car garage glided open. “Home sweet home,” he chortled, pulling to a stop. He switched off the ignition and turned to face her. He seemed a little flushed, and there was a rather unwholesome twinkle in his eyes that made Sarah feel a little nauseous. There was something that felt wrong, almost unhinged, reverberating around him. Is he getting off on the fact that I’m going to have to visit with Auntie Jane knowing the truth about him and Vicki? And not for the first time that afternoon, she wished she had been selfish and just blurted the news about Vicki over the phone. Refused lunch. Rested. Tucked in with her stash of candy and Nora Roberts’s book. “Come on. Out we get,” he said, clapping his hands together. “Don’t want to keep Auntie Jane waiting.” He hopped out of the car, was quite agile for an old guy, and did a modified cha-cha shuffle to the garage door. Sarah reluctantly unstrapped, got out of the car, and followed him into the house.

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