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left it at the wharf for her to collect later.
    â€œI’m afraid I don’t know that, either, Miss Lazarow.”
    â€œYou can call me Maisey. Would you mind checking?”
    â€œOn the truck?”
    â€œYes. I need to use it.”
    â€œUm, okay.” She seemed surprised by the request but reluctant to say no. “If you’ll hang on a moment...”
    Maisey was massaging her temples, cursing herself for being so misguided as to think she could help someone as volatile as her brother, when Clarissa came back on the line.
    â€œTyrone said your brother did take the truck.”
    Was there any chance he could be on his way over?
    If so, he’d answer his phone, wouldn’t he?
    Unless he’d lost it or forgotten it somewhere...
    â€œDo you know when he left?” she asked.
    This time there was no hesitation before Clarissa answered. “It’s been nearly two hours.”
    Then he wasn’t coming to Smuggler’s Cove. He could’ve driven around the entire island at least twice in two hours. She wanted to find out whether he’d left in a rage, but she doubted Clarissa would know—or confirm it if she did. Josephine trained her staff well. They would protect the family’s privacy, or they’d be sued for breach of contract and no longer have a job. Clarissa knew the time of Keith’s departure, which suggested he’d given her reason to notice it. That was about the only indication Maisey felt she was going to get.
    Poor Clarissa. If there’d been a scene like one of the many Maisey had witnessed in her lifetime, the girl had probably felt like cowering in a corner.
    â€œDo you have any idea when he might return?” By this point, Maisey thought the question was futile, but had to ask.
    â€œWe aren’t expecting him anytime soon,” she replied.
    â€œIs he safe?” she asked in a small voice.
    â€œExcuse me, miss?”
    â€œNever mind. Thank you.” After she disconnected, she slid her phone halfway across the porch; she could no longer bear to look at it, after that news. “What the hell am I going to do now?” she asked aloud. The possibility that Keith might try to harm himself terrified her. But she couldn’t help him if she didn’t know where he was. At the moment, she wasn’t in a good situation herself. She didn’t have so much as a blanket or a pillow.
    And it was growing dark.
    * * *
    The beach was cold and damp, but there was nowhere soft enough to lie down in the bungalow, and nothing to cover up with. Hugging herself, Maisey tried to go back to sleep. She wasn’t ready to wake up, was exhausted in a bone-deep way. With dawn breaking, she hoped it would get warm quickly and she’d be able to nap for a couple of hours before she had to face the day.
    â€œMaisey? Is that you?”
    Startled to realize she had company, she came more fully awake and squinted at the man standing over her. He looked like a giant amorphous shape surrounded by a halo of bright sunlight. At first she had no idea who he was. But after she blinked the sleep from her eyes, she saw that it was only Rafe, wearing jogging clothes and a pack-like contraption strapped to his back that made him appear larger than he was.
    Maisey’s face grew instantly hot. She was wearing several layers of clothes—almost everything in her suitcase. She must look like some kind of homeless person. Which, in fact, she was...
    Scrambling to her feet despite the restriction caused by all those layers, she started brushing away the sand clinging to her cheek, hair and clothes. “Sorry. I—I didn’t mean to alarm you. I didn’t expect anyone to be on the beach this early.”
    â€œI’m just glad you’re breathing ,” he said. “I had a terrible feeling I’d discovered your...never mind.”
    The glare of the sun made it hard to interpret Rafe’s expression. She couldn’t see his