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lose whatever bit of sanity he had left.

       And that would kill them all.

       “Thanks, Heath,” Lilah said, pulling away. “Maybe you’re right. She’ll come around.”

       As soon as she said it, they both realized how ludicrous the statement was and burst into rueful laughter just in time for Lora to round the corner.

       Lora took in the two of them sharing an easy familiarity with one another and stiffened. A warning tingle went up his back and he realized a moment too late that she’d taken the situation and spun it in a completely different direction in her head. And to prove his fear, she observed in an icy tone, “I see you’re not only preying on an old man but a naive young woman, too. Tell me, Heath, are there no boundaries you won’t cross?”

       Lilah looked shocked and simultaneously grossed out at Lora’s implication but before Lilah could defend his actions, he simply waved away her attempt with a snort of disgust Lora’s way, saying, “Don’t waste your breath, Lilah. Your sister is not only blind…she’s an idiot.”

       And he stalked from the room.

      * * *

      LILAH©FELT©CAUGHT©BETWEEN two opposing forces and while her loyalty ought to be with her sister, she had to admit Lora seemed to be acting deliberately difficult.

       “Why are you doing this?” she cried, angry. “Can’t you see that he’s been nothing but helpful through this whole ordeal? When you weren’t here, he stepped up and did everything he could to save Larimar.”

       “Do you know about the deal he struck with Pops on the gift shop?” Lora asked.

       Lilah winced, knowing how her sister would interpret the deal. “Yes. But you have to know that he would never do anything that would hurt Pops or the resort. This place and our family has been his family since he was a kid. You know this better than anyone and yet, you’re so willing to throw him under the bus. For what? So you can feel justified in your anger, or so you don’t have to deal with the fact that when we needed you the most, you didn’t come?”

       Lora appeared shocked at Lilah’s impassioned speech, but no one was more surprised than Lilah. She wasn’t the one who took stands and got involved beyond the superficial. She hated confrontation and always sought to avoid it, but she’d reached her limit with Lora’s cold and cruel attitude and since Lindy wasn’t here to back her, she had to stand alone and tell her oldest sister the plain truth. What was the worst she could do? It wasn’t like Lora would ground her—or worse slap her—for her opinion. And it was high time she stood up to her, anyway.

       “You don’t think it’s coincidental that he struck that deal when Pops’s mental acuity started to fail?”

       “No one knew Pops’s mind was slipping. He hid it from all of us for a long time. When Heath discovered what Pops had done…he felt terrible. But don’t take my word for it, just ask him. He’ll tell you,” Lilah said, hoping she was right and that Heath would indeed, swallow his pride and tell Lora the straight truth about his guilt. But even as she knew that Heath never seemed to shy away from sharing personal information with her, there seemed to be some block between Lora and him. At one time, Lilah had wondered if Heath had had a crush on her sister but given the tension between them as they grew to adulthood, she discarded that idea. Instead, she settled on the notion that they simply didn’t get along, which was a shame because Heath was probably the only person on this planet that Lora couldn’t bully.

       “Lilah…I know you have a soft spot for Heath but—”

       “Stop. I won’t listen to you pile more bricks on Heath when you have no proof that he did something to swindle Pops. It’s ludicrous to begin with but I won’t listen to another word so don’t waste your breath. You can spend all the time you want trying to nail Heath to the wall or you can spend that energy helping us.”

       “I am trying to help. Don’t you find it the least bit suspicious that Pops handed over all the money in the reserve account to Heath for his business when we needed that for repairs, taxes and other resort expenses?”

       “No.” Lilah refused to budge. Lora wanted to vilify Heath, needed to, perhaps, for her own sake but Lilah wouldn’t take part. No, Lora would have to shoulder that burden on her own. “You need to take a good look at your motivation. As much as you say that you’re just looking out for Pops’s interests, you should look inside and see if that’s true. For what it’s worth, and I know you don’t value my opinion because I’m just the baby of the family, Heath feels more like family to me than you right now. If you go after him, you’re going after me, too, because I’ll stand behind him.” Lilah started to leave but decided to leave her sister with one final thought. “Oh, and before you start thinking something completely far afield like I’ve got the hots for Heath or vice versa, he’s like a brother to me and I love him as such. For the record, the only Bell sister he might’ve ever had eyes for was you. A long time ago, that is. Now? I think you pretty much destroyed whatever he might’ve felt for you. But that should suit you just fine, right?”

       And then Lilah, her heart thudding quickly and painfully in her chest, left her sister standing in the hallway with her mouth open.

      Welcome home, Lora.

      CHAPTER FIVE

      LORA©STARED©AFTER©HER©SISTER, wondering what had just happened.

       First, if she could manage to get over the shock of her baby sister bawling her out when she’d never said a cross word to her in all her life, then she could focus on the bombshell Lilah had dropped as if it’d been common knowledge and not some major revelation.

      Heath? What? Of course, it mattered nothing to her if Heath had once had a crush on her, but surely she would’ve noticed, right?

       Lora searched her memory for evidence of this so-called fondness and something sat like a forgotten relic in the recesses of her mind. A flash of laughter echoed and the image of Heath’s twinkling eyes bounded back to her. Her heart warmed instantaneously until she remembered something else.

       He’d left her when she’d needed him the most. She stiffened against the wave of pain that followed. It was the memory of her mother dying, a small girl’s heartbreak and the search in vain for the island boy whose shoulder soothed her most. It was the pain of abandonment and loss, the humiliation of being easily left behind; Lora shied away from it as if afraid of being burned.

      Stop it. Stop wallowing in stupid childish thoughts that can help no one or nothing, she berated herself even as she floundered momentarily. In Chicago, she’d been able to be exactly what she chose to show people. Here, there was too much history to hide from and too many memories that followed. She’d preferred the anonymity of her windy adopted city. She’d even come to appreciate the loneliness that dogged her when she’d found herself a moment without work to fill it. Now that she’d returned home to the island, she was surrounded by everything she’d tried to run away from.

       She barked a mirthless laugh tinged with embarrassment at the idea of Heath feeling anything but animosity for her because of the way she’d treated him. Lora stared at her bare toes, squirming privately at the feeling that admission caused. She hadn’t been friendly or nice to anyone, really. Lora had been hyperfocused on getting good grades so she could get into a top college and leave St. John. It wasn’t that she hated the island, but her dreams were bigger than the island could hope to sustain. She returned to the memory of doing homework—a lot—and Grams teasing her about missing out on her childhood to keep her nose in a book.

       She picked at a mental image, unraveling it from her cache of treasures and exhaled softly at the wince of pain from its bittersweet sting.

       “You’re such a lovely girl,” Grams had said one day, frowning, her eyes sad. “Don’t you want to go to the school dance with a nice boy?” she’d asked.

       The high school had hosted a dance, something tiki-themed, of course, and Lora had been happy to miss it. The idea of mingling with the very

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