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Chapter Five

Jaclyn had retired to her room at the Collingsworths’ early, but not because she was exhausted, as she’d claimed. The family camaraderie and familiarity had made her increasingly uneasy. They had tried to make her feel welcome, but that was only because they didn’t know the real Jaclyn McGregor.

So she’d escaped to the guest room and sat here alone. Voices had drifted from downstairs for a while, but it was quiet now, and when she’d heard a truck leaving earlier, she’d looked out the window and seen that it was Bart.

He’d be back at his house by the pond by now, probably with his window open so that the drone of the crickets and the rustle of leaves dancing in the breeze lulled him into a sound sleep. All was well at Jack’s Bluff.

But all was not well with Margo. Jaclyn usually managed to hold on to her optimism during the day. But when night came, there was no holding back the nightmarish possibilities that crept into her mind. No one understood her certainty that Margo was in trouble, but she knew it as surely as she knew that day would follow night—or that Bart would soon find out about her past and drop her, possibly even en route back to New Orleans.

Jaclyn slipped her shirt over her head and dropped it to the bed, then reached behind her to unsnap her bra. She may as well grab a shower and try to get some sleep. She hadn’t brought pajamas with her, but there were white chenille guest robes in the closet, so she’d slip on one of them to traipse to the bathroom just down the hall.