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that tried for a low whisper. “You won’t ever get sick like my momma did and had to go away. I didn’t know her.”
    Thane swallowed hard at the sentiment, stared at his son before looking over and meeting Izzy’s eyes. “Jonah, if you’re done eating let’s go take that tour of the lighthouse. Whaddya say?”
    Just as he’d hoped his son refocused on that and clapped his hands.
    “Let’s go!”
    “I’d go with you but…”
    “That’s okay. We’ll clean this mess up and get out of your hair so you’ll finally take it easy.”
    “Thanks for the food.”
    As he started putting away leftovers, tossing the containers in the trash, and wiping down the counter, Thane said, “No problem. Thanks for not suing me.”
    Izzy glanced over to see if Jonah was preoccupied. When she saw that he had gone to the window to stare up at the lighthouse, she whispered, “Will Jonah be okay?”
    “Sure. For the record, I told him his mom got sick and died and that’s it. He doesn’t know any more details than that. As far as I’m concerned that’s the way it stays.”
    “I agree. He’s far too young for details like that.”
    “Exactly. Besides, I’d rather keep him thinking that Alyson wasn’t a bad person, simply misguided in her choices.”
    “Sounds like a basic plan to me.”
    “Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
     

     
    Even though it was still light outside when Thane and Jonah headed for home, Isabella went about her normal routine getting ready for bed. Her knee and head hurt so much that she downed one of the pills Doc had given her.
    She’d just slathered cream on her face when she heard a noise that sounded like it originated from outside. Her instincts went on red alert. She opened the bathroom drawer and took out a large kitchen knife she’d stashed there. Truth be told, there were others hidden all around the house, including a semi-automatic weapon tucked away in the nightstand. Walking out to the bedroom gripping the handle of the blade, she almost dropped the thing when she spied a familiar image from before.
    Scott Phillips eyed the sharp instrument dangling from Isabella’s hand and responded by sticking both hands in the air. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. No need to be scared of me. I just want to talk.”
    Who knew when she’d set foot in Pelican Pointe thinking to find the perfect sanctuary to recover from her past, she’d be having conversations with a dead guy. In this idyllic setting, Logan had never once brought up the fact she might spend her evenings doing so. She’d have to ask her friend about that.
    “I’m having a conversation with a ghost, a man who died in Iraq. There’s a park named after you, posthumously.”
    “I know. Haven’t you heard? I’m fairly famous around these parts.”
    Isabella couldn’t help it, she snorted with laughter. “Full of yourself much?”
    “Only on Fridays. You’re safe here.”
    “Oddly, it isn’t you who scares me. I’ve seen you walking around…outside. To my knowledge this is the first time you’ve wandered into the house.” She cocked a brow and tilted her head to send him a well-deserved scowl. “Seems to me if a person did that, just came inside when another person wasn’t even home, that would be incredibly rude of that person.”
    Scott grinned. “Who me? I’m a gentleman to the core.” All of a sudden his face went serious. “Brent Cody’s a good cop. Remember that when you’re ready. There are plenty of people here who’ll protect you if he comes after you.”
    Isabella winced. She didn’t have to ask who the “he” was. But the reminder still made her ill. “I’m sure Brent knows his stuff but he might be out of his league with Henry Navarro. The man’s family has enough money to buy the entire town.”
    “Makes no difference. Brent might be a small-town cop now but he wasn’t always. It’d be a mistake to sell him short. Not only that but I’m well aware of what you and Logan have cooked