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  Author: Jill Shalvis “It’s okay, I didn’t get in the papers again. ”

  Tara let out a sigh of relief and turned back to Maddie. The two of them had spent the past ten minutes arguing over towels. Towels. “Blue,” Tara drawled to Maddie. “Blue’s soothing as right rain. ”

  Maddie shook her head. “Pale green. Soothing and on sale. ” She turned her laptop to reveal the site that she was looking at. If Maddie gave the place its heart, then Tara added the practical logic. Tara’s practical soul was big…and cheap. The word sale was one of her favorite words, and she nodded her agreement.

  Soothing on-sale green it would be.

  “Hey,” Chloe said. “About my idea…”

  “If you suggest red towels,” Tara said, her south showing, “I’m going to hurt you. ”

  “It’s not about the towels. ” Chloe stood up. “And it’s more a plan than an idea. ”

  Tara frowned. “The last time you said that, you were calling me collect from Tijuana, needing me to wire you money. ”

  “Okay, first of all,” Chloe said, “that was a long time ago. And second, this is an actual good idea. ” She drew in some air and held it. “A day spa. Here. ”

  “You already do day spa stuff here,” Tara said.

  “Yes, I prepare here. And sometimes I do freebies for the guests,” Chloe agreed. “But I’m talking about making it official and charging for the services. ”

  Tara had turned away from the computer to her island. She was whipping eggs in a bowl now, her whisk moving at the speed of light. “As in a schedule where you set up appointments for our guests?”

  “Yes,” Chloe said, nodding, feeling the excitement flow just talking about it. “Facials, skin treatments, all the stuff I do for other spas all over the place. But here. Right here. ”

  “What if you’re gone on a trip when people want an appointment?” Maddie asked.

  “I’d keep a schedule. Like we do for the inn. People would book in advance. ”

  “But you take off on a whim all the time,” Tara said. “I wouldn’t want to have appointments booked and you off for parts unknown. ”

  “I never take off on a whim anymore,” Chloe said, trying not to get defensive. “I go when I get bookings. And I wouldn’t leave if there was a booking here. ”

  Neither sister spoke. In fact, there was no sound except the eggs sizzling on the stove, and the heavy weight of Tara and Maddie’s misgivings. “Wow,” Chloe said, failing at not getting defensive after all, as a ball of hurt clogged her throat. “All I hear are the crickets and doubt. ”

  Tara flipped the eggs with the precision of a brain surgeon. Maddie was head down, forensically examining her fingernails as if they held the secret to the universe.

  Chloe stared at them, then let out a mirthless laugh. “You know, all the faith you guys have in me is staggering. ” She strode to the door with absolutely no idea where she was going.

  “Chloe,” Maddie said softly, regretful, and Chloe stopped.

  “There’s a track record to consider,” Tara said firmly, not caving to sentiment.

  “You think I’d flake on you?” Chloe asked. “When have I ever flaked on you?”

  “Well, let’s see. ” Tara turned off her eggs. “Easter. July 4th. My birthday. Maddie’s birthday, Mom’s service—”

  “Hey,” Chloe said defensively. “I came to the service. ” A day late, but she’d had a good reason. She hadn’t been ready, not to say good-bye to her mom, nor to face the fact that with Phoebe gone, Chloe had been truly alone. If she’d gone to the funeral, she’d have completely lost it. And she didn’t “lose it” well. Truthfully, she didn’t do deep emotion well. And birthdays, holidays, and funerals were all about deep emotion. “I’ve never made an appointment and not shown up. ”

  Maddie, ever the peacemaker, got up and took Chloe’s hand. “Why don’t we all just think about it? Okay?”

  No. No, it wasn’t okay. They didn’t believe in her. Angry words settled on her tongue, but her chest was too tight to voice them. “I can handle a schedule,” Chloe repeated. “I can make us some good money, too. I’d be contributing. ”

  “Honey, you’re contributing now,” Maddie assured her. “You’re a huge help. We couldn’t do this without you. ”

  “Yeah, all that taking out the garbage is invaluable,” Chloe said, heavy on the sarcasm. “Look, I can do this,” she said again, hating that she sounded vulnerable.

  Hating that she felt vulnerable.

  And because she knew that they wouldn’t give her what she wanted, the acceptance and the belief she needed, she grabbed her keys and cell phone. Her ever-present inhaler was already in her pocket.

  “Chloe,” Tara said. “Where are you going?”

  “Out. On a whim. ”

  Chapter 9

  “Sisters. Love ’em or fight ’em, but no matter

  how hard you try, you can’t ignore ’em. ”

  Chloe Traeger

  Frustrated and mad at herself, Chloe rode the Vespa hard. Okay, so there was no riding any Vespa hard, and not for the first time, she wished she could afford a Duc. Or a Harley. Something fast and bad.

  She was feeling the extreme need for both.

  In substitution, food would work. She’d stop for breakfast, but she didn’t have any money on her. Note to self—next time you leave in a diva fit, bring money. Thankfully, it was warmer than it’d been in weeks, which was good, since along with her wallet, she’d also forgotten a jacket.

  Okay, so buying food was out. Sex. Sex would be lovely. She didn’t need money or a jacket to jump someone’s bones. Sawyer’s very fine bones…

  But he’d laid low for days. He’d given her that smoking-hot kiss—kisses—that had melted all resolve and reason, and then nothing. Maybe he’d simply had better sense than she. After all, he was a stable fixture around town. People had respect for him. Getting mixed up with her would undoubtedly put a check mark in his demerit column.

  Whatever. She was better off on her own.

  Always had been.

  She sucked in a calming breath, annoyed with the jitter in her belly. Residual anger. No one could disappoint her quite like the sisters that she hadn’t meant to let into her heart. If she’d been thinking straight, she’d have told them about the offer that she’d had two weeks ago in San Diego. The owner of the spa at a luxurious boutique hotel there had asked Chloe to take a permanent space in her salon, where Chloe could work and sell her products on consignment. What would Tara and Maddie think of that? A business acquaintance had more faith in her than they had.

  But she hadn’t told them, hadn’t told anyone, because a little part of her wanted to have a reason to stay here in Lucky Harbor. To be needed here…

  Dammit. She drew as deep a breath as she could and rode. She rode between mountains smothered in forests so thick it was like being swallowed up by a green comforting throw. Above her, the sky was a rare brilliant blue, streaked with a few white, puffy clouds. About fifteen miles out of Lucky Harbor, on a narrow two-lane road that she wasn’t exactly sure of the name of, she caught sight of a sign for Yellow Ridge, and then another for some mud springs. She’d heard about the mud springs from Lucille, who knew everything about every square inch of the entire county. Years ago, beavers had created a meadow when they’d chewed their way through the surrounding forest and inadvertently flooded it. Early settlers had then discovered it and come to bathe nude in the mud for its healing effects.

  Intrigued, Chloe turned off the highway, riding through a canyon lush with giant moss-draped trees. A mile or so up the road, she parked in the small clearing, in front of the trailhead to the mud springs. She pulled out her phone to text her sisters that she was alive, but she couldn’t send it because she had no cell service.

  This didn’t stop her. It was a fairly easy climb, which was a good thing. Not anxious to have an asthma attack out here all alone, she didn’t push