“My God, Patrick, what happened?” she asked in an entirely different tone. “You look like you did the day Janie died.”

Patrick rose from his desk and stalked to the window. “Nothing so tragic.” He stared out at the street below, wondering how much to tell his sister. Then he decided, the hell with it. The world would know soon enough. She might as well be among the first.

He turned back to her. “Briana isn’t the woman I thought she was.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“It means I fired her.” He told Shannon everything. About the tape, the confrontation, his plans to come clean. “Archie made me promise we’d wait and let them strike first.”

“Archie’s a smart guy, and you’re not firing on all cylinders today. Listen to him, bro.” She stood there, so serious in her navy uniform, a frown gathering on her face. “I can’t believe this,” she said finally. “I absolutely cannot believe it. Briana was in love with you. I’d bet my life on it.”

“I’ve had all night to get used to the fact that she’s a good actress. I think I’ll take a rain check on lunch, if you don’t mind.”

She nodded. “I’ve lost my appetite, too.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“SO, YOU BREAK my brother’s heart, now you’re running away. You really are a piece of work.” Shannon O’Shea was the last person Briana had expected to see on her doorstep. The woman eyed the packing boxes in the hall as though she’d like to kick them. After their conversation at Dylan’s birthday party about how Shannon would take Briana apart if she ever hurt Patrick, maybe she should have expected the tough-talking firefighter to show up at her door with vengeance sparking from her eyes.

“Have you come to beat me up?” Briana asked. She was so deep in misery she didn’t care. A little physical pain might help relieve the inner ache. Of course, Shannon knew of Briana’s treachery. Everyone in the city probably knew about it by now. “I know I deserve to be beaten up. Go ahead.”

Her eyes were red-rimmed from crying, her cheeks chapped. She’d never been a pretty crier. Even her hair seemed depressed. It hung lank around her face since she hadn’t bothered to do anything with it once she’d got out of the shower. What was the point?

“Don’t tempt me. I’d like to smack you from here to tomorrow. I just left my brother looking almost as bad as he did the day they buried his wife.” Shannon stepped over a half-packed box and glared. “How could you do this to him?”

Briana had believed she was all cried out, but discovered there was a fresh supply of tears just waiting to flood her cheeks.

“I couldn’t,” she sobbed. “I believed he’d leaked that story about my uncle Cecil and the prostitute that ran in the paper, the one that cost Uncle Cecil the election and allowed Patrick to win.” She stopped to blow her nose on a tissue she’d stuffed in her pocket. It was already tear-damp. “But he didn’t. He-he wasn’t even the one who l-leaked the story to the paper.”

“Of course he wasn’t. What were you thinking?” Shannon yelled at her. “My brother is the most honest, uncomplicated man there ever was. He had to be bullied into running for mayor.” She stomped farther inside and slammed the front door behind her. “Believe me, he’d have been relieved if he’d lost the election.”

“Okay, so I know that now. I didn’t at the time.”

“I heard Patrick’s version of the story. Now I’d like to hear yours.”

“Patrick wouldn’t listen.” She wiped her wet face with the back of her hand. “I was going to tell him last night. I planned to tell him everything.” She shook her head. “No. That’s not true. I was never going to tell him about the tape. I was going to destroy it. Except I lost it. Remember when I phoned you to see if you’d found anything in the elevator? I made up some lame excuse about a missing earring, but it was the tape I wanted. So I could destroy it.”

Briana grabbed a fresh tissue. “Would you like some coffee?”

“Yeah.”

So the two of them sat in the kitchen and drank coffee. Because she was such an emotional wreck, Briana wasn’t the most efficient packer today. There were plates piled on the counter, but she hadn’t boxed them yet. Cutlery was in a silver heap by the sink. Some things she couldn’t decide whether to keep or chuck were sitting on the counter beside the fridge. And blazing down at her from its prized spot on the refrigerator door was the picture Dylan had drawn for her. She cried anew every time she glimpsed it, but she wouldn’t take it down. She deserved the punishment.

“Sorry about the mess. I need to get more boxes.” Except she couldn’t make herself go out to get them. She thought people might hiss at her and throw rotten eggs and tomatoes.

Taking a sip of coffee, she told Shannon the truth. All of it. “I was wrong. What I did was terrible.” A tear dripped into her coffee, rippling the surface. Usually she added milk, but today black suited her mood.

“What did you do with the tape?” Shannon asked. She’d listened in silence to the story and now stared at Briana with an implacable expression.

“It’s in a million pieces in the garbage can.”

“A million pieces?”

Briana nodded. “First I mashed it with a hammer, then I cut the tape up with scissors.” She sniffed. “Then I burned it.”

“I see.”

“I thought it might make me feel better. But it didn’t. At least no one will ever be able to play that tape.”

“Patrick’s sitting in his office expecting a media scrum any minute. He thinks you’re still out to destroy him.”

“No!” She leaped to her feet, knocking the table so the coffee sloshed in their cups and slopped over the sides. “How can he believe that? I told him I would never use that tape. Why didn’t he believe me?”

“I leave that to you to decide,” Shannon said. “He told me he won’t hide from the truth. He’s all ready to make a public confession.”

“But, we have to stop him. He’ll hurt his career if he does that.”

“He thinks you’re trying to kill his career, you and your uncle.”

She shook her head. “Please, will you tell him no one will ever know about us?” She sniffed dismally at the thought. “And tell him I destroyed that stupid tape. I would never have used it against him anyway. I couldn’t.”

“I don’t think Patrick would believe anything you told him. Not sure I do, either.”

Briana dug into the pocket of her old jeans and pulled out a piece of metal. She handed it to Shannon.

“What is this? It looks like shrapnel.”

“It’s part of the tape recorder. I found it in the driveway this morning.”

Shannon ’s eyebrows rose. “You sure did a number on that thing.”

“I made a terrible mistake. I’m sorry.”

“Well, sister,” Shannon said, dropping the twisted piece of metal to the table with a clink, “sorry isn’t going to cut it. What do you plan to do about your mistake?”

Shannon was an imposing woman at the best of times, but in uniform, and standing at her full height of close to six feet, she was downright intimidating.

“I’m leaving the city. I’ll start over somewhere new.” She almost choked on the words, realizing, now that it was too late, how much she’d come to love Courage Bay and feel at home.

“Like I figured. You’re running away.”

“Do you think you could leave me a little pride?” Briana was crying openly again, the tears running down her face faster than she could wipe them away.

“Nope.” Shannon passed her a half-empty box of tissues from the kitchen counter.

“Did you come to gloat?”

“No. I came to make sure you do the right thing.”

“I’m doing the best I can,” Briana sniffed. “I’m leaving. Patrick can forget about me and move on with his life.”

“And what about his kids? What about Dylan and Fiona?” Shannon asked.

Even hearing their names had Briana’s misery increasing. Oh, she was going to miss them. How could she not have noticed that she’d fallen in love with them, too?