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She left, running past the cypress into the shadows at the back of the courtyard

Guilt and loss, terrible things he’d done to people because he was blind, obsessed, these things were built like a brick wall around him The whole world on the other side For sixthis solitude

He stood and brushed off his pants, glancing toward the house in tih one of the s Savannah hurl herself into a man’s arms

Soh him

But then the nized Carter O’Neill from the surveillance photos

But the gritty bit—like dirt and stones rattling through his guts and blood—stayed, re him that he had pushed away and hurt everyone ould welcome him like that

Especially Savannah, and he felt the loss like a punch in the stomach

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“I GOT YOUR E-MAIL,” Carter said, keeping his arh the halls Savannah didn’t let go of Carter Wouldn’t for the world He was here Her brother was back

“Before you get upset,” Savannah said, pulling hiot is not quite as sick as I ht have made out in my e-mail”

“Really?” Carter asked, grinning as he leaned against the counter

“She’s healthy as a da to run away to see you”

“Soot?”

“Church”

“Church?” Carter asked, astonished Understandable, since Margot had never been one for religion She’d always said that she sizzled when the priests splashed the holy water

“Her latest is apparently a believer”

“This is the guy who took her on that cruise?”

“The same She spends every Sunday with hione for a few days They travel”

“A multimillionaire believer with a mistress?”

“Coot’s steel-and-petal tone “Mistress is so gauche”

Carter laughed “Only in Bonne Terre”