Face the Fire: Three Sisters Island Trilogy #3

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THREE SISTERS ISLAND
MAY 2002

It had been more than ten years since he'd stood on the island. Over a decade since he'd seen -- except in his mind -- the wedges of forest, the scatter of houses, the curve of beach and cove. And the drama of the cliffs where the stone house stood beside the white lance of the island lighthouse.

He shouldn't have been so surprised by the pull and tug, or by the sheer simplicity of pleasure. Sam Logan was rarely surprised. But the delight in seeing what had changed, and what hadn't, surprised him by its depth.

He'd come home and hadn't realized, not completely, what that meant to him until he'd gotten there.

He parked near the ferry dock because he wanted to walk, to smell the salty spring air, to hear the voices from the boats, to see the life flowing along on the little bump of land off the coast of Massachusetts.

And perhaps, he admitted, because he wanted a little more time to prepare himself before seeing the woman he'd come back for.

He didn't expect a warm welcome. The fact was, he didn't know what to expect from Mia.