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love with David. He was the most exciting man she’d ever met, and without even trying, he’d swept her off her feet. Mary Jo had been thrilled when he paid attention to her, a lowly accounting clerk. Compared to the boyfriends she’d had—as naive and inexperienced as she’d been herself—David was a romantic hero. An older man, confident, witty, indulgent.

      “Mary Josephine,” Mel said loudly. “Are you listening?”

      Blinking to clear her thoughts, Mary Jo focused on her middle brother. “I guess not, sorry.”

      “Sorry?” Mel stormed. “We’re talking about your future here and the future of your son.”

      Despite the seriousness of the situation, Mary Jo yawned. She couldn’t help it. She covered her mouth with one hand and placed the other on her protruding belly. “I’m going to bed,” she declared.

      “Mary Jo!” Linc shouted after her as if she were a marine recruit and he was her drill instructor. “We need to decide what to do here and now.”

      “Can’t we talk about it in the morning?” She was too exhausted to continue this argument with her brothers at—she glanced toward the antique clock—almost midnight.

      “No.”

      “Linc, be reasonable.”

      “We have to get this settled.” Mel joined forces with his older brother.

      Again Ned didn’t speak. He cast her a look of quiet sympathy but he wasn’t taking sides. Mary Jo could see that he felt Linc and Mel were right—not about becoming Mrs. Rhodes but about the need to make some kind of decision.

      “Okay, okay, but we’ve already said everything there is to say.” She sagged onto the sofa and tried to keep her eyes open.

      Linc glanced at the clock, too. “As of about one minute ago, it’s officially Christmas Eve. Rhodes promised to be in touch before Christmas.”

      Exhaling a deep sigh, Mary Jo shrugged. “He might’ve said on Christmas. I’ve forgotten.”

      “Well, I haven’t.” Mel’s feet were braced wide apart, his arms folded across his chest.

      “I haven’t forgotten, either.” Linc, too, crossed his arms. They looked like bouncers at a tough bar, but Mary Jo feared the person they’d toss out on his ear would be David Rhodes.

      And he’d deserve it; she knew that. He’d deceived her not once, not twice, but a dozen times or more. Still, some of the responsibility was hers. Even though she was aware that he’d abused her trust, she’d foolishly believed him, giving him chance after chance. Now her brothers were trying to save her from him—and from herself.

      “David said he’d contact you before Christmas,” Linc reminded her. “That gives him less than twenty-four hours.”

      “Yes, it does.” Her agreeing with him was sure to confuse her well-meaning brothers.

      Apparently shocked by her unaccustomed meekness, Linc narrowed his eyes, then checked the clock again. “Yup, less than twenty-four hours. It’s time you realized he has no intention of doing the proper thing.”

      Mary Jo couldn’t argue with that. She was just tired of discussing it. “You never know,” she said, forcing a note of optimism into her voice.

      “Then you’re living in a dream world, little sister,” Mel said through gritted teeth.

      Ned sat down next to Mary Jo and reached for her hand. “Linc and Mel are right,” he told her gently.

      “About what?” She was so exhausted, her vision had started to blur.

      “Someone needs to get in touch with David. If we can’t find him, then one of his family members. He has to be held accountable.”

      Linc snorted again. “David Rhodes has to make an honest woman of you.”

      If Mary Jo heard that one more time she was going to scream. “I am an honest woman! I don’t need David or any man to validate what each of you should already know.”

      “Yeah, yeah,” Linc muttered. “Don’t get your knickers in a knot. It’s only an expression.”

      “What we all want,” Mel began, as if to clarify their thoughts, “is for you to be happy—with the father of your baby.”

      Mary Jo doubted that was even possible. She’d lost faith in David and as much as she wanted to believe he loved her and cared about their child, the evidence stated otherwise.

      “He’s not giving us any choice,” Linc said, his dark eyes menacing. “We’re going to find him and—”

      “Linc, please. Hold off for a few days. Please.” She hated to plead but it was Christmas and she didn’t want to see the holiday ruined for any of them. She was protecting David—again—and the irony didn’t escape her. Despite all these months of intermittent contact and broken promises, Mary Jo still felt the urge to shield him from her brothers.

      But her real concern was for Linc, Mel and Ned. She didn’t want them ending up in jail because of David.

      “We’re not waiting another minute!” Mel boomed. “If David’s in Cedar Cove, we’re going to track him down.”

      “No. Please,” she said shakily.

      “You don’t have a say in this anymore.”

      “Linc, it’s my life! Listen to me. I—”

      “We’ve listened to you enough,” her oldest brother said matter-of-factly. “Now the three of us have decided to take matters into our own hands.”

      Mary Jo couldn’t let her brothers get involved. She shuddered as she imagined them charging into Cedar Cove on Christmas Eve, bent on forcing David to marry her.

      No, she couldn’t allow that to happen. Resolute, she stood up and started for her bedroom. “We’ll finish discussing this in the morning,” she said in as dignified a voice as she could manage.

      Linc seemed about to argue, but her fatigue must have shown because he hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. “There’ll be no avoiding it, understand?”

      “Perfectly.”

      “Night, sweetie.” He threw his arms around her in a quick hug, as did Mel and then Ned.

      Mary Jo slept soundly for six hours and woke in a cold sweat. She knew she’d never be able to stop her interfering brothers from invading Cedar Cove, embarrassing her and possibly doing bodily harm to David. The only solution she could think of was to get there first and warn David and/or his family.

      With that in mind, Mary Jo left her brothers a note and slipped quietly out of the house.

      Chapter Two

      Cedar Cove was a festive little town, Mary Jo thought when she stepped off the ferry. It was a place that took Christmas seriously. Even the terminal was decorated, with bells hanging from the ceiling and large snowflakes in the windows. She’d never been here before and was pleasantly surprised by its charm. After taking the Washington State ferry from downtown Seattle to Bremerton, she’d caught the foot ferry across Sinclair Inlet to the small town David had mentioned.

      He’d only talked about it that one time. She’d had the impression he didn’t like it much, but she hadn’t understood why.

      She looked around.

      A lighthouse stood off in the distance, picturesque against the backdrop of fir trees and the green waters of the cove. Waves rhythmically splashed the large rocks that marked the beach. Adjusting her purse strap on her shoulder and getting a tighter grip on her bag, Mary Jo walked down the pier into town.

      Large evergreen boughs stretched across the main street of Cedar Cove—Harbor Street, according to the sign—and from the center of each hung

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