"I don't understand."

Jack shook his head, Riley looked confused. He clearly couldn't see that he was crazier than a cat hill coot.

"This crazy shit is a fuckin' bad dream and a waste of my time." He'd had enough.

"Jack, please, can you just listen?"

Jack paused with his hand on the door handle.

"Fuck you." Distaste and furious anger dripped from his voice as he turned the knob.

"I know what you need. I know about Elizabeth." There was sudden steel, and a sly superiority in Riley's words. Clearly the younger Hayes was finally showing his true colors.

Jack stopped, the door half open. Grief and a sudden anxiety twisted in him before calm returned and he analyzed Riley's words dispassionately. Anyone who read the Dallas Morning News knew about Beth. It was open knowledge she suffered from a congenital heart problem, had been ill on and off for most of her life, and had spent more time in the hospital than out. But Riley's tone, the sly use of the words "I know about Beth" set Jack's teeth on edge. Something didn't sound right.

Medical bills had piled up, but the Campbell family had worked their way through. It was what they did. They dealt with the crap, pulled together, and made a difference to their lives through sheer single-mindedness. It left them near broke, but it didn't matter. Beth had gotten her medical treatment, the operations, and the drugs she needed. They managed, and they certainly didn't need any help, financially or otherwise. So if Riley freaking Hayes thought that bringing up Beth was gonna swing things his way, he had another thing coming.

Jack laughed low in his throat. "Hayes, after the Dallas Times spread, everyone knows about Beth," he said over his shoulder. That article had hurt. It must have been a slow news week, because some low-life journalist had decided to dig up the old feud story and focus on the next generation. It had headlined as The Campbell Curse Strikes Again. Josh was portrayed as abandoning his family, Jack as the useless high school dropout, Beth as the poor little innocent, suffering nobly under her death sentence. "There is nothing you can give her that is better than what we can. That was lame and kinda sad." He turned back to the door ready to walk away. Game over.

Riley's next words froze Jack to the spot. "My money can't help make her better, Jack, but it can help her get through her pregnancy."

What pregnancy?

Emotions flooded through him— shock, disbelief, pain, and anger at the blatant lies. He turned slowly, willing the panic, the fury, to stay behind his mask. What did Riley mean? She couldn't be pregnant. The doctors had said carrying a child full term could kill her. They had warned that her heart couldn't take it.

Riley visibly winced, and Jack knew his mask had cracked. He tried damned hard to regroup, to settle his disbelief.

"Fuck you, Hayes!" he hissed. "Pregnant or not, we'll manage. She'll have an abortion." That was the only solution. If this was true, then she'd just have to terminate. He wasn't going to lose his sister after trying for so many years to keep her alive.

Riley hesitated, clearly measuring his words, his expression carefully blank. "All you can hope is that she lives through it. It's too late to abort now, far too late." Riley's words dripped like ice, and Jack's eyes widened even as he tried to tell himself this fucking bastard was lying. The thought of his sister pregnant, close to killing herself, not telling him… Skepticism shot through him. No. She wouldn't have kept it a secret. She would have told him or Josh, if not their mom. Wouldn't she?

The overwhelming force of what Riley was saying hit Jack in the gut, exposing an unexpected vulnerability. He knew then he would do anything to protect his sister, and he prayed Riley couldn't see it. Jack straightened his spine, shoulders back, armor reinforced.

"Marry me," Riley blurted out suddenly. "Marry me and I will get the best doctors. I know people, my money can buy people. I can get the best for Beth and have medical help on call twenty-four seven. All you have to do is say yes. Just one year, and your debts are paid, the ranch is free from mortgage and death duties, and your sister lives. Just one year."

Jack blinked steadily, his head spinning, his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't focus on the monologue Hayes was spouting or register what the other man was saying. He needed to see Beth. She would tell him this was all wrong, that Hayes was lying.

Without another word Jack left, pulling the door shut behind him. He hesitated only briefly, getting his breathing and emotions under control, before heading to the glass elevator. He wasn't aware of what he was doing, or where he was going, he only knew that Hayes didn't follow. He thanked God for that, because he knew he would have likely killed him.

Chapter 4

The journey back to the ranch was torturously slow. The cacophony of horns and swearing was deafening, and streams of tangled rush hour traffic impeded Jack's progress home. It was a good two hours before the D was in his sights, and he had thought of nothing other than betrayal and fear. She hadn't told him. That's because it isn't true. His beautiful sister was dying. It isn't true. His beautiful baby sister, the very person who had shaped him as a man, was hiding something so vitally important from him? It can't be true.

He found her sitting quietly in the sun-room, the early evening light putting an ethereal light about her head as she bent over her book, her lips moving soundlessly to the music in her iPod. She looked impossibly young, heartbreakingly beautiful, fragile. But it was as if a veil had been lifted from his eyes, and Jack could see how much more pale she was than normal. His eyes instinctively went to her belly, looking for a sign, anything, that would prove Riley Hayes wrong.

He moved closer and Elizabeth started at the sudden intrusion into her space. She pulled the ear buds out and smiled up at him. The smile turned to a frown as she saw the expression he could not keep from his face. She watched without word as he fell to his knees next to her chair, his hands curled into the hem of her dress, pleading silently. And he saw when the realization hit her that he knew…

"Beth—" His voice broke, and tears blurred his vision, but not enough that he couldn't see the tears beginning to track down his sister's pale cheeks. He didn't need to ask if it was true. He could see it in her face, see the pain there, the guilt. "Why— why couldn't you tell me?" You tell me everything…

The book on her lap dropped to the floor, the noise breaking into her own sobs, and she caught Jack's hand tight, pushing it against her stomach. She was only just starting to show.

"I couldn't kill my daughter," she said unsteadily, and winced as Jack's hand pressed harder against her soft belly, his head suddenly bowing. But not before she would have seen his pain.

"A daughter?" he finally managed to push out. He wanted to yell, to rail at her, to call her stupid, and an idiot. His anger stilled at the touch of her hand over his.

"Please, Jack." Her voice was broken. "Please. I'm so scared. I don't know what to do."

She bowed her head, her dark blonde hair falling across her neck. Jack tilted her chin with his fingertips and gazed into cerulean eyes so like their mother's. For the first time he recognized the exhaustion bracketing her face. How had he not noticed? Not seen her with a boyfriend, not noticed how ill she was looking? After all those years of reading his sister, how had he failed her so badly this time?