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Chapters (48)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT
  3. CONTENTS
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. ONE
  6. TWO
  7. THREE
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

It was a horrible deception. There was no denying that, but something about it didn’t sit right with me. She’d still made a choice. Once she’d heard that Scott wasn’t coming because he thought she’d been unfaithful, she could have decided right then that her family was more important than Love International and gone back to them. She could have at least tried to explain things to Scott herself. There was no way I would let James think I was having an affair if I wasn’t, and we could barely stand each other at the end. And what about Abbi? Short of being tied up, there was nothing in this world that could keep me away from my boys for eleven years. But I didn’t dare say any of it to Scott. I hadn’t said a word since they came back with Abbi. Not like it mattered or anyone was interested in my opinion, anyway.

I’d never felt so much like an outsider as I had tonight. Not even when Scott and I had started dating and Abbi would fake an illness or injury whenever we went out, and, like clockwork, Scott would drop whatever we were doing and go to her. He had left in the middle of a play once to help her get something out of her eye. It wasn’t just that he had skipped out on our plans—he had never taken me with him when he went, even after we’d been dating for over a year. But that didn’t compare to how I felt now. I was still trying not to cry, and Scott hadn’t even noticed, which only made it hurt more.

Kate had given up valuable information when she’d told Scott how Ray had led her to believe he’d told Scott her whereabouts. Dean had been quietly listening, but he had jumped into the conversation then, latching on to the new lead.

“Wait.” He held up his hand to stop her. “Are you saying that Ray told you Scott knew where you were?” She nodded. “And he asked if Scott wanted to see you, and he said no?”

“Yes,” she answered in a weak voice.

Dean wanted to keep going with his questioning, but Shiloh woke up and needed to be fed. Everyone else was grateful for the distraction, too spent to do any more, and it was the middle of the night. Dean scurried away, quickly tapping out a message on his phone as he left. Probably to Camille. I needed to go to sleep. Even though Dean had been up half the night with us, he’d be here at eight before anyone else to help me make coffee.