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demanded. “How did you get in here?"
    Sarah reached for the call button as the man moved closer to her bed.
    â€œReady to call in the cavalry so soon?” he drawled. “I’m hurt. We haven’t even talked yet, Sarah."
    â€œI asked who you are,” she repeated, unsure of what to make of his cynical, sarcastic tone.
    â€œThat’s right. Jake says you don’t remember anything or anyone. Very convenient."
    â€œNot for me. How do you know Jake?"
    â€œI’m his brother, Dylan,” he replied, his gaze never wavering from her face. “Sound familiar, Princess?"
    â€œOnly in that Jake told me he had a brother,” she replied. Now that she knew who he was, she threw back her shoulders and lifted her chin. She might have to answer to Jake, but she didn’t have to answer to his brother. “And don’t call me princess."
    â€œWhat should I call you? I doubt Sarah is your real name, since I’ve spent the past seven months looking for you. My gut tells me you’ve been a number of people over the years, depending on whatever scam you were running. Otherwise we would have been able to track you down. But you were playing a game, a very good game -- I’ll give you that. You seemed so sweet and innocent, Jake’s perfect blond angel, but that was just an illusion, wasn’t it? Underneath that eager-to-please exterior was a woman who knew exactly what she was doing. You figured out everything Jake wanted, and then you gave it to him. You were smarter than I thought. But finally you made a mistake. You drove your car off the road and ended up where we could find you. So, game over.” His gaze hardened. “Why don’t you come clean, Sarah? Give Caitlyn back to Jake. Let him raise her. I’m sure a baby must be cramping your style."
    â€œI don’t know what you’re talking about. What you say means nothing to me, and frankly, the person you’re describing doesn’t feel like me."
    He shook his head, his eyes glittering in disbelief. “Doesn’t feel like you -- well, isn’t that informative? Fine, you don’t know anything about the past, so I’ll fill you in. I walked away before. I kept my mouth shut, because Jake was stupidly in love with you, but I will not stand by and let you hurt my brother again. I will do whatever it takes to get Caitlyn back for Jake. And you won’t stand in my way. Got it?"
    There was no doubt about the threat in Dylan’s voice. Sarah had one more enemy to add to the rapidly growing list of people who didn’t like her.
    The door opened, and Jake walked in holding two cups of coffee. His eyes were weary, his face showing a dark shadow of beard across his jaw. As he handed Dylan a cup, he frowned. “I told you to wait for me before you talked to Sarah."
    â€œI wanted to see her for myself,” Dylan said. “You’re right: She looks like hell. But I don’t feel one ounce of sympathy for her, and neither should you."
    â€œI don’t,” Jake replied.
    While they reconfirmed their dislike of her, Sarah eyed their coffees with envy. She could have used a shot of caffeine to raise her energy to face the night ahead, but she wouldn’t ask Jake to get her a cup. He’d no doubt suspect some ulterior motive. Instead she asked, “Did you speak to Officer Manning again? He said he was going to come by, right?"
    â€œHe’s downstairs,” Jake said. “Look, Sarah, I don’t know if Dylan told you, but he arranged for the local news channel to send a reporter over here. They want to do a short interview with you, ask for the public’s help in identifying you and locating Caitlyn. It will air on the six-o’clock and eleven-o’clock newscasts tonight."
    â€œBut we already know who I am,” she said, suddenly terrified at the prospect of going on camera and talking to a reporter.
    â€œSomeone may have seen you with Caitlyn at a