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didn’t think your dad was going to like Courtney, why even bother?”
    “Because I’m desperate, Tiki. And if I push a gorgeous woman like Courtney in front of Dad, maybe he’ll remember what it’s like to have a real life.”
    “And if he doesn’t?”
    Rachel sighed. “Then at least I’ve shown Dad what it feels like to have someone else make decisions for him without his consent.”
    “But what if your dad started stomping around like an old bull when Courtney got here and she got back on the plane and left?”
    Rachel scoffed. “Do you really think I’m that stupid? I’ve been planning this day for months. I made Gil promise that under no circumstances would he let Courtney get back on that plane.”
    They stopped walking when they reached the fork where the boardwalk divided. Broadway obediently sat to wait. A left turn led to Trail’s End Lodge. A right turn led to one of the more populated sections of Port Protection where Tiki lived.
    Rachel shifted her book bag to her shoulder. “Well, at least wish me luck.”
    “Luck?” Tiki laughed. “Forget luck, Rachel. What you need is a freaking miracle.”
    Still laughing, Tiki headed off down the boardwalk.
    “So not funny,” Rachel called after her.
    But as Rachel headed home, the situation was becoming less funny with every step she took. Sure, she knew her dad was going to be furious with her—that was a given. She was just counting on her dad’s good manners not to make a scene with Courtney there.
    Only now Tiki had put other doubts in her mind.
    What if Courtney didn’t forgive her for lying? What if instead of being a saint, Courtney turned out to be some screaming psycho chick and really did flip out over what she’d done?
    Rachel didn’t have to pretend a shudder.
    She slowed her pace, wondering if maybe Tiki was right. Maybe she shouldn’t be in such a big hurry to get to the lodge. Maybe she should be late on purpose and give both her dad and Courtney more time to calm down.
    Yes.
    Maybe she should let her dad and Courtney think she was too afraid to show up. That should gain a little sympathy—hopefully, from both of them. And if her dad and Courtney were worried about her, maybe they’d be less likely to be so angry.
    Pleased with her new plan, Rachel looked down at Broadway. “Want to go on a long walk, boy?”
    The big dog barked and wagged his tail.

    C OURTNEY NIBBLED FROM the appetizer tray she’d found waiting for her when she’d come downstairs. Graham had arranged everything perfectly—even had a glass of white wine waiting for her. It had been the exact pick-me-up she needed after her long trip.
    She’d been impressed by the gesture, even if catering to his guests was part of Graham’s everyday life. But who was she kidding?
    Everything about Graham Morrison impressed her.
    She glanced in his direction again as she finished off her last bite of cheese, and she couldn’t help but smile inwardly over the fact that he’d changed his shirt and shaved while she’d been upstairs. Her only regret was that he’d hardly said a word to her. Instead, he’d been pacing back and forth at the lodge’s front window for the past thirty minutes.
    He looked at his watch for the fiftieth time, frowned and finally looked in her direction. “I’m getting worried,” he said. “Rachel should have been home by now.”
    Courtney didn’t want to pooh-pooh Graham’s concern, but common sense told her Rachel was dragging her feet coming home on purpose. That’s what she would have done had she been in Rachel’s teenage shoes.
    “I’m sure Rachel’s okay, Graham. Broadway wouldn’t let anything happen to her.”
    She’d been trying to assure him Rachel was safe, but now he was frowning again.
    And this time he was frowning at her.
    “You just mentioned Broadway,” he said. “I was joking earlier, but Rachel really has told you everything about our lives here, hasn’t she?”
    Courtney didn’t blame him for being upset that