Chapters (34)
- Cover
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Other Books by Susan Elizabeth Phillips
- Credits
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
Dan reached out for her arm just as he’d done since she was fifteen, but Kevin shot forward and blocked his way. She didn’t know who was the more astonished, herself or Dan. Had Kevin interpreted the gesture as a threat?
Phoebe recognized the signs of antlers clashing, and she moved to her husband’s side. The two of them exchanged one of their glances, and then Dan set off toward the lane. “Right now. Let’s go.”
The moment of reckoning was finally here, and there was no escaping it. Molly could imagine the questions they were going to ask. If only she could figure out how to answer them.
They headed silently past the beach and the last of the cottages, then along the edge of the woods. When they reached the split-rail fence that marked the end of the campground, Dan stopped. Kevin stepped slightly away from Molly and rested his hips against a post.
“You’ve been here for two weeks,” Phoebe said as she let go of Dan’s hand.
“Two weeks ago Wednesday,” Kevin replied.
“The campground is beautiful. Our kids are having a wonderful time.”
“It’s nice having them here.”
“They still can’t believe you bought all those bikes.”
“I enjoyed doing it.”
Dan lost patience. “Phoebe and I want to know what your intentions are toward Molly.”
“Dan!” Molly cried.
“It’s all right,” Kevin said.
“No it’s not!” She glared at her brother-in-law. “And what kind of sexist Southern crap is that anyway? What about my intentions toward him?” She didn’t exactly know what those intentions were beyond keeping the real world at bay by staying in Nightingale Woods for as long as she could, but she had to face Dan down.
“You were supposed to be getting an annulment,” Phoebe said. “Instead you ran off together.”
“We didn’t run off,” Molly replied.
“What else would you call it? And every time I try to talk to you about it, you dash away.” She jammed her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “This is the fire alarm all over again, isn’t it, Molly?”
“No!”
“What fire alarm?” Kevin asked.
“Never mind,” Molly said hastily.
“No, I want to hear this.”
Phoebe betrayed her. “When Molly was sixteen, she pulled the fire alarm at her high school. Unfortunately, she hadn’t seen any sign of a fire.”
Kevin regarded her curiously. “Did you have a good reason?”
She shook her head, feeling sixteen all over again.
“So why did you do it?”
“I’d rather not go into this now.”
He tilted his head toward Dan. “You always talk as if she’s perfect.”
“She is!” Dan barked.
Molly smiled despite herself, then bit her lip. “It was an aberration. I was an insecure teenager testing Phoebe and Dan to make sure they’d stick by me no matter what I did.”