Prodigal Daughter. Patricia Davids

      Melissa was bewildered to hear both love and pride in her sister’s voice as she introduced the pair. The man’s name sounded familiar. She searched her memory and then asked in surprise, “The same Bryan Healey you dated in high school?”

      “The very same,” he admitted with an engaging grin.

      Taking a closer look at Bryan, Melissa saw a man of about thirty with thick auburn hair. His deep brown eyes assessed her in return and she had the sinking feeling that he knew all about her.

      “Hello, Melissa. I’m pleased to meet you.” He held out his hand and she took it. His handshake was firm and his voice was definitely friendly, no matter what he was thinking.

      The boy with tousled auburn hair, glasses and freckles across his nose wormed his way in front of his dad and held out his hand. “Hi. I’m Dylan. I’m five. Amy is going to marry my daddy and be my mother ’cause my real mom is in heaven. Do you wanna help put our puzzle together?”

      Melissa turned her startled gaze to Amy. “What?”

      Amy blushed but nodded. “That wasn’t exactly how I intended to tell you, but yes, it’s true. Bryan and I are engaged.”

      Melissa fought down a stab of jealousy. She loved her big sister and wanted her to be happy, but this news coming so soon on the heels of her own unhappiness was bittersweet. She gave Amy a quick hug. “Congratulations. Wow, both you and Heather have gotten engaged.”

      Amy took a deep breath. “And someone else.”

      Puzzled, Melissa waited for more of an explanation.

      Bryan laid a hand on Amy’s shoulder. “I think Dylan and I will take off. You and your sister have a lot of catching up to do. Come on, son.”

      “Aw, do we have to?”

      “Yes,” he said. “Melissa has been out of the loop for a while and it’s going to take some time to get her up to speed.”

      “What’s a loop? Do we got a loop, Dad?”

      “Never mind. Go get your jacket.” Bryan bent to place a quick kiss on Amy’s cheek. “Call me later.”

      “I will, and thank you.”

      After he and Dylan left, Melissa sank onto Amy’s plush cream-colored damask sofa. “Okay, sis, bring me up to speed.”

      Amy swept her chin-length blond hair back behind her ears. “The news about the rest of the family can wait. How are you? You sounded so distraught when you called.”

      “I was, but I’m better now. We can talk about me later. Tell me what the others have been up to.”

      “My sister, Melissa, doesn’t want to talk about herself. That’s a first. All right, but I’m not exactly sure where to start.”

      “Start with Jeremy. How is he? Where is he?”

      “He called not long ago. I think I told you he left to go looking for his biological father’s family. He has located his grandparents in Florida.”

      “This is so totally strange. Out of all of us, Jeremy is the most like Dad.”

      “I know. I was as stunned as everyone else, but truthfully, it hasn’t changed the way I feel about him one bit. He’s still our brother.”

      “You’re so right, but it makes me wonder what else Mom and Dad haven’t told us. You implied that you and Heather weren’t the only ones to get engaged. Who else has taken the plunge?”

      “The twins started it all.”

      She stared at her sister in shock. “Heather and Chris? No way. To whom?”

      “Heather is engaged to Ethan Danes.”

      “I know you said Ethan on the phone, but do you mean she landed that hunky photographer at the magazine? How did that happen? Heather is so shy, she practically blends into the wallpaper.”

      “Not anymore. She received an amazing makeover the same day Ellen Manning, the magazine’s now ex-makeover expert, took off for greener pastures. You wouldn’t believe the change in Heather. She has really come out of her shell. I know it wasn’t easy for her, growing up between us.”

      “Between the homecoming queen and the drama queen, you mean?”

      Amy chuckled. “Something like that. Heather isn’t as outgoing as you or I, but she has a heart of gold. That’s what Ethan fell in love with, not her new look.”

      “And Chris?”

      “That is a slightly longer story. I don’t know if you remember the woman reporter the paper hired a few months before you left, Felicity Simmons?”

      “Is she the one with long, red hair?”

      “That’s her. She was working on a story about political corruption when she began receiving threats. At first she blew it off, but it soon became apparent that she had a stalker.”

      “Let me guess. Brother Chris rides in on a white horse and saves the damsel in distress.”

      “I think it was his police cruiser, not a horse, but you’ve got the picture. It turns out that an aide to Mayor Whitmore had been taking payoffs from a local developer in a land scheme. When Felicity got too close to the truth, he tried to scare her away. When that didn’t work, he tried to kidnap her.”

      “Such wild goings-on in peaceful old Davis Landing. Who would have thought it? Is anyone else in the family getting married?”

      “Not at the moment, but Tim is dating Dawn Leroux.”

      “His administrative assistant?”

      “That’s right. I think Mom is hearing more wedding bells, but there hasn’t been anything official. Enough about our siblings. I want to talk about you.”

      “There isn’t much to talk about. I messed up again, only this time in a big way.”

      “Tell me what happened. You weren’t making a lot of sense when you called.”

      “I know. By the way, thanks for wiring me the money. I don’t know what I would have done otherwise. It meant a lot to me. I wasn’t sure anyone would want me back after this last stunt.”

      “Of course we want you here. We’re your family. We love you. I told everyone you had called and they were all glad you were okay.”

      Melissa looked at her sister in sudden panic. “You didn’t tell them I was pregnant, did you?”

      “Of course not. You asked me not to say anything and I didn’t. But you should go see Mom, at least.”

      “I will. In a day or two.”

      “Good. Now, tell me about Dean.”

      Tears stung Melissa’s eyes. “I thought he loved me. I wanted…oh, I don’t know what I wanted. Maybe to be someone other than Melissa Hamilton.

      “At first Dean seemed genuinely happy about the baby. It wasn’t until he started talking about how much money my ‘old man’ would shell out for his grandkid that I started to see Dean for what he was. Someone who wanted me only because I was Wallace Hamilton’s daughter. Dean didn’t have stars in his eyes when he looked at me, he had dollar signs.”

      “I’m so sorry. It must have been awful.”

      “Once I convinced him that my stern, Southern father wasn’t going to give his pregnant, runaway daughter a dime, Dean couldn’t leave fast enough.”

      She didn’t tell her sister about the way Dean had thrown a wad of money at her and told her to “Get rid of it.” She didn’t mention how she spent the money paying for another week in the same motel, or about the days and nights she had waited in that dingy place hoping Dean would change his mind and come back for her. Even now, she shuddered to recall the fear and loneliness