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      One

      Merideth lay back against the warm stones, letting the sun seep into her skin to work its healing magic on her body, on her mind. A month had passed since she’d arrived at the Double-Cross Heart Ranch, battered and bruised, both physically and emotionally.

      The bruises on her body had faded now, but those on her heart were still tender, a constant reminder of her loss. A son, she had been told, born much too early to survive.

      Tears budded in her eyes and blurred the clouds drifting across the blue sky above her. She’d brought him home with her and buried him in the family plot next to her mother. Now they lay side by side—the mother she’d never known, and the child she would never hold. Placing him there had seemed fitting somehow, and it eased the ache a little, for she knew that her mother was in heaven to greet her grandson, to gather him close within her angel wings and to watch over him.

      Merideth closed her eyes behind the dark sunglasses, squeezing back the tears. Even though she was home, back on the Double-Cross and surrounded by family, she felt so alone. So utterly and terribly alone. There was no child to lavish her love on, no husband with whom to share her grief. There was only Merideth. Merideth McCloud. Soap-opera star extraordinaire. The woman whose face and body men all over the world lust after... the same face and body that women all over the world despised her for. Her life-style was envied, her wealth whispered about over cocktails....

      She almost laughed out loud.

      She had no wealth. The life-style she’d chosen had robbed her of that. Clothes, jewelry, travel. The good life. That’s what she’d sought when she first moved to New York City. Fame, adoring fans, her name bandied about in gossip columns, linked with those of wealthy and handsome men. She’d wanted excitement, too, and adventure. And she’d had it all...but in retrospect it all seemed foolish, meaningless when stacked up against what she’d lost.

      But regrets were senseless in Merideth’s opinion, and only a crutch used by the weak and foolish to atone for their mistakes. Merideth was neither weak nor foolish. She was a McCloud. She had the McCloud spirit, the McCloud pride. She was a fighter, a survivor. She’d suffered other tragedies in her life and triumphed. She’d survive this one, too.

      But how? she wondered. She kept her money problems secret from her sisters. She knew that both Sam and Mandy would willingly give her the shirts off their backs if she

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