“I was.” He kissed his wife. “Just got back.”

“Did you sleep in those clothes? You look awful.”

“It was a long flight. Come in the family room, will you, Molly?”

“Sure.”

The dogs trailed behind her as she made her way toward the back of the house. The family room was part of the addition that had been built as the Calebow family had grown. It had lots of glass and comfortable seating areas, some with armchairs for reading, another with a table for doing homework or playing games. A state-of-the-art stereo system held everything from Raffi to Rachmaninoff.

“So where did you go anyway? I thought you were—” Molly’s words died as she saw the large man with dark blond hair standing in the corner of the room. The green eyes she’d once found so alluring regarded her with undiluted hostility.

Her heart began to hammer. His clothes were as wrinkled as Dan’s, and stubble covered his jaw. Although he had a fresh suntan, he didn’t look like someone who’d come off a relaxing vacation. Instead, he looked dangerously wired and ready to detonate.

Molly remembered Pheobe’s distraction that afternoon, her furtive expression when she’d slipped into the back of the room right after Molly’s speech to take a call on her cell phone. There was nothing coincidental about this meeting. Somehow Phoebe and Dan had unearthed the truth.

Phoebe spoke with quiet determination. “Let’s all sit down.”

“I’ll stand,” Kevin said, his lips barely moving.

Molly felt sick and angry and panicked. “I don’t know what’s going on here, but I won’t have any part of it.” She spun around, only to have Kevin step forward and block her way.

“Don’t even think about it.”

“This has nothing to do with you.”

“That’s not what I hear.” His cold eyes cut into hers like shards of green ice.

“You heard wrong.”

“Molly, let’s sit down so we can discuss this,” Phoebe said. “Dan flew all the way to Australia to find Kevin, and the least you—”

Molly whirled toward her brother-in-law. “You flew to Australia?”

He gave her the same stubborn look she’d seen on his face when he’d refused to let her go to a co-ed sleepover after her high school prom. The same look she’d seen when he wouldn’t let her postpone college to backpack through Europe. But she hadn’t been a teenager for years, and something inside her snapped.

“You had no right!” Without planning it, she found herself hurtling across the room to get to him.

She wasn’t a violent person. She wasn’t even hot-tempered. She liked rabbits and fairy tale forests, china teapots and linen nightgowns. She’d never struck anyone, let alone someone she loved. Even so, she felt her hand curling into a fist and flying toward her brother-in-law.

“How could you?” She caught Dan in the chest.

“Molly!” her sister cried.

Dan’s eyes widened in astonishment. Roo began to bark.

Guilt, anger, and fear coalesced into an ugly ball inside Molly. Dan backed away, but she went after him and landed another blow. “This isn’t your business!”