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256 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 27, 2007
"You're back," Olivia said, sounding nonplussed. The eldest of Brad's three younger sisters, at twenty-nine, she'd never quite forgiven him for leaving home—
God, she was proud. She'd let him pay for her education, but returned every other check he or his accountant sent with the words NO THANKS scrawled across the front in thick black capitals.
"You used to date Brad O'Ballivan, didn't you, Meg?" "That—that was a long time ago," Meg said as graciously as she could, given that she was right in the middle of a panic attack.
"How about the two ex-wives and that scandal with the actress?" His grin, insouciant in the first place, merely widened. "Unfortunately, I can't deny the two ex-wives," he said. "As for the actress—well, it all depends on whether you believe her version or mine. Have you been following my career, Meg McKettrick?"
Brad had hurt her so badly, she'd thought she'd never recover. For years after he'd dumped her to go to Nashville, she'd barely been able to come back to Indian Rock, and when she had, she'd driven straight to the Dixie Dog, against her will, sat in some rental car, and cried like an idiot.
She'd stopped believing in a lot of things when Brad O'Ballivan ditched her.
"I know how he's been—rich and famous, married twice, busy building a reputation that makes Jesse's look tame," she said.
"No," Meg replied, fighting back furious tears. "You were ambitious. And of course the bride's father owned a recording company—"
"We were supposed to elope. And then you got on a bus and went to Nashville and married what's-her-name!"
"I couldn't have married you, Meg." "Pardon my confusion. You gave me an engagement ring and proposed!"
Valerie's dad had heard my demo and he was willing to give me an audition.
"So you just hooked up with Valerie?"
"I'm assuming she was a rich kid, just like me? I guess you didn't mind if she saved the old homestead with a chunk of her trust fund."
"She miscarried. We divorced amicably, after trying to make it work for a couple of years.
"Do you want to hear about the second marriage?" "I don't think I'm up to that,"
"I plan on staying," he confirmed. "I told you that, didn't I?" You also told me we 'd get married and you 'd love me forever.
She'd wanted a baby, all right. And she'd conceived one, with Brad, and miscarried soon after he left for Nashville.
"Carly," said Ted Ledger, "say hello." "Hello," Carly complied grudgingly. Looking at the child, Meg couldn't help thinking that the baby she'd lost would have been about this same age, if it hadn't been for the miscarriage.
"She's about the same age as your baby would have been," Eve said.
"You even started a production company once." "Cynthia got it in the divorce," Phil confided, as thougt Brad wasn't standing there. "The production company, I mean. I think that soured him."
At four-thirty that afternoon, the movie contract sputtered out of the fax machine in Brad's study. He read it, signed it and faxed it back.
Ted's looking for the same thing I am. A second chance with you." She looked taken aback. "Maybe," she agreed. "But he sure took his sweet time putting in an appearance, and so did you,"
"I'd be perfect for the female lead in this movie," Cynthia Donnigan said, tottering toward him on spiked heels that sank into the dirt.
Cynthia simmered. "Hello," she responded, in a dangerous purr. "You must be the girl Brad left behind."
Meg gave him a light poke with her elbow. "I know you must have loved her once. After all, you married her."
"We hooked up after a party. Six weeks later, she called and told me she was pregnant, and the baby was mine. I married her, because she said she was going to get an abortion if I didn't. I went on tour—she wanted to go along and I refused. Frankly, I wasn't ready to present Cynthia to the world as my adored bride. She called the press in, gave them pictures of the 'wedding.' And then, just to make sure I knew what it meant to cross her, she had the abortion anyway."
"I care for you, Meg McKettrick," he said. "I tried hard—with Valerie, even with Cynthia—but it never worked. I was always thinking about you—
"That young man," Ted said, "is in love with you." "He left me, too," Meg said without meaning to expose the , rawest nerve in her psyche. "It's a pattern. First you, then Brad."