“To Riggs Crossing?” Rebecca repeated, wondering where this was going. “Because James lives there and . . .” Oh! Her heart dropped like a stone. No! Megan wouldn’t . . . she couldn’t . . . but Rebecca saw it in her sister’s eyes. “Because of James.”

“Yeah.” Megan was nodding. “Look, I didn’t mean for it to happen—honest, I didn’t—but—”

“For what to happen?” Rebecca demanded. But she knew! She knew, damn it. Megan had somehow, someway wheedled her way into James’s heart!

“—but James and I . . . we fell in love,” Megan admitted, a little breathlessly, stars in her eyes as if she actually believed her lies. “I’m moving to Riggs Crossing to be close to him.”

“You fell in love,” Rebecca repeated, feeling the heat crawl up her neck. “With my boyfriend!”

“It wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“You got that right.”

“It has nothing to do with you!”

“It has everything to do with me, and you know it.” Rebecca was furious and sad at the same time. “This is a mistake, Megan.”

“I know you’re hurt, and—”

“You don’t know the half of it,” Rebecca cut in.

“But we love each other.”

“I don’t want to hear it! Just go. Go to Riggs Crossing. Go be with James. You’ll find out, but don’t come running back here for me to fix it. Not this time. Because I won’t, Megan,” she’d said as Megan had started for the door. “This time you’re completely on your own!” As Megan had hurried outside into the dark Seattle drizzle, Rebecca had slammed the door after her, locked it, then thrown the dead bolt for good measure. The pain in her heart had been knee-buckling, and she’d slid down the door panels but had sworn to herself that neither Megan nor James would ever know how excruciating their betrayal had been.

That would be her secret, her cross to silently bear.

Yes, that day had been the turning point.

Tears filled her eyes and, furious with herself, Rebecca angrily dashed them away. She stalked to the bathroom, where she turned on the cold water at the sink and splashed it onto her face. “Don’t let her do this to you,” she told her reflection. “Don’t.”

She would talk to the media.

She would make her plea for Megan’s safe return.

And then she would leave.

And what about James?

She conjured up his face, complete with beard stubble, scratched skin, and bandage over one side of his head. He was thinner than she remembered, the edges of his cheekbones and jawline more defined. Well, that’s what dealing with Megan would do to a person.