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panicked.
    To be safe, he'd call his partner and have him make a few phone calls. If Saldivar's organization had found him, the odds were that the word would be out on the street. Saldivar would want to broadcast his success, to let everyone know that the price for making a fool of him was high.
    If Mac lived through another attempt on his life, he might still have to run. But he had an obligation to the brave woman who'd pulled him out of the lake. And maybe more than that, Mac wanted to know for sure what he was running from. Curiosity always had been his weakness.
    But when he finally closed his eyes and punched the call button, he wasn't thinking about the puzzle of who wanted him dead. Instead, he saw again Megan's hauntingly familiar face, with the blue eyes that looked clear to his soul.
     
    *****
     
    "Hey, I hear you almost bit the big one."
    Megan groaned, pausing on the sidewalk beside her Honda. "Don't listen to rumors."
    Her big brother grinned as he tossed a duffel bag of what looked suspiciously like dirty laundry onto the roof of his low-slung sports car that he had parked just behind hers. "How can I help it? I think ten people called me."
    "Starting with Mom, I'll bet."
    "Dad, actually."
    She groaned again. "What would I ever do without parents?"
    John slammed the door of his Corvette and circled it. "Lose a few pounds?"
    "Probably," she admitted ruefully. "I'm working today. After one of Mom's breakfasts, I'll just have to hope nobody tries to drown. I'd sink like a lead buoy."
    The brother who had alternately tormented her and encouraged her through all of their childhood years now slung an arm across her shoulder while effortlessly hefting the duffel bag with his free hand. It still didn't seem natural that he had grown a good six inches taller than she. Nor that his cherubic, freckled looks had somehow become leaner, harder, so that now he was the kind of man who turned women's heads. Sometimes she caught herself watching him, looking for her gangly brother in the man he'd become. Maybe he had the same trouble with her. She had left home when she was thirteen to pursue her dream of Olympic gold, training in southern California while living with the family of another swimmer. Then she had stayed away for college. Those missing years had left holes that could never be filled.
    He waited for her to open the front door of the rambling old house in which they had both grown up before following her in.
    "Don't you ever take a day off?"
    She shrugged. "Somebody's sick."
    "Yeah, probably went to a kegger last night." He raised his voice. "We're here!"
    "Us and your dirty clothes," Megan murmured. "Why don't you grow up, big brother?"
    He looked surprised. "What do you mean?"
    "I can't believe you expect Mom to do your laundry! Or am I imagining the eau de dirty sock?
    "Uh..."
    "Haven't you ever heard of the laundromat?"
    "I don't have time."
    "Yeah, right." She punched him lightly on the upper arm. "Mom ought to dump 'em over your head."
    "She doesn't mind."
    "Sure. Hi, Mom."
    Her mother, a slim, strong woman with dark hair and eyes as blue as Megan's, turned from the stove in the big, shabby country kitchen. "John." She frowned. "Megan, you're limping!"
    Megan leaned over to kiss her mother on the cheek and inhale the aroma of cooking bacon and fresh-baked bread. "Just cut my foot on a rock. Don't fuss."
    The minute the words were out of her mouth she felt a jolt. She'd said the same thing to him. Suddenly she saw him sitting in the hospital bed, his lean face tired, his brow furrowed. Had she been rude? So determined not to let him feel an obligation that she had been ungracious?
    "Sit down," her mother said firmly. "John, put your laundry in the utility room and then set the table."
    Megan and John docilely obeyed their mother's order.
    "Who else is coming?" Megan asked.
    "Linda's bringing the girls. Bill's off on a trip."
    Megan's younger brother, Bill, drove long-haul trucks for a living, taking advantage