walked through her. From his angry expression she thought he might just do that.
“I know she’s here,” he muttered. “I want to see her.”
“She is not home,” Kate said. She kept her voice firm. “And Isabel has said she doesn’t want to see you again.”
“We’re getting married.”
The guy was definitely out of it. “No, you’re not. Isabel is going to college, and you’re going to leave her alone.”
His hands balled into fists. “It’s your fault. Isabel wouldn’t do this to me. It’s you. She said you wanted her to go to college. She’s throwing away her career because of you and your bitchy sister.”
She wasn’t going to argue with him. “Isabel has moved on, and you need to do the same.”
He tried to push past her, shouting Isabel’s name. She stood her ground and used her hip to brace the door.
“If you don’t leave now, I’m calling the police,” Kate warned.
“You don’t get it, do you? She’s mine. We’re going to Europe next week, and we’ll be married before we come back. I’ve put too much time into her singing career to let you mess it up for me.”
He came at her again, and this time she shoved with her whole body. She slammed the door and bolted it.
Kate leaned back against the door as Reece pounded on it and shouted obscenities. He stopped for a second, as if waiting to see if the door would suddenly open to him, and then he resumed the pounding and the screaming. Kate stood on the other side terrified that he was going to break the door down.
Suddenly the pounding stopped, and at the top of his lungs Reece bellowed, “This isn’t over, bitch!” Then it was eerily quiet. Kate waited a second before she peered through the side window. Reece was staggering across the lawn. He turned at the sidewalk and kept walking.
Kate’s heart was racing. She rushed to the phone to call the police, and then she stopped. What could she tell them? Aside from being drunk and obnoxious, Reece hadn’t threatened them with violence or done any damage. Maybe when he was sober he’d come to his senses.
But his parting words, “This isn’t over,” echoed in her head.
Chapter Seven
The phone call came in the middle of the night.
Kate was awake. She hadn’t slept at all. After Kiera and Isabel had returned home, she had told them about the incident with Reece. When she had seen the worry and fear on their faces, she simply couldn’t tell them about their financial problems as well. They had had enough anxiety for one night. She wasn’t about to burden them with more.
She had pored over the records multiple times hoping against hope that she might find a solution before she had to reveal the problem to her sisters. The ringing jarred her from her thoughts and she quickly snatched the receiver so it wouldn’t wake the rest of the household. No one ever called with good news at two in the morning. She feared it might be Reece on the other end of the line as she answered.
“Did I wake you?” Jordan asked.
Kate let out a quick breath in relief. “No, I’m wide awake. What’s going on?”
“Why don’t you answer your e-mail? I’ve been sitting here in front of my computer since nine o’clock.”
“I’m sorry. I was going through bills.” Kate could hear the anxiety in Jordan’s voice and knew something was wrong. It had to be something awful, too, or she wouldn’t have called in the middle of the night. Good news could always wait until morning.
Kate knew better than to come right out and demand to know what the problem was. She and Jordan had been best friends for a very long time, and Kate understood how her mind worked. When pressured, Jordan closed up.
“What’s going on there?” Jordan asked.
“Not much. Just the usual stuff.”
“What usual stuff? Kate, I need to talk about mundane things for a minute. Okay?”
Oh, Lord, the news was bad all right. Kate felt a knot form in her stomach. “Okay,” she said. “I’ve been going through