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to get into this, Isabella.”
    “I know you’re not used to confiding in me. There are too many years between us. But I am your sister, and I’m not a kid anymore. I’ll listen if you want to talk.”
    “There’s nothing to talk about. Rachel and I don’t want the same things. I was burned out on L.A. I was turning into someone I didn’t recognize and didn’t like very much. When I came here, everything changed. I hoped that Rachel would like Angel’s Bay, but she didn’t. So she left.”
    Isabella shook her head. “It’s not that simple, Joe.”
    “No, it’s not,” he admitted. “Rachel and I had a lot of problems that had nothing to do with Angel’s Bay.”
    “I want to help you fix it.”
    “I know—because that’s what you do. You’re our fix-it girl,” he said with a soft smile. “It must come with your gift for sewing: your desire to repair things, to make them right.”
    That was true. There was nothing more satisfying to her than fixing something that seemed beyond repair and giving it new life.
    “Let’s get back to you,” Joe said. “I know I’m your favorite brother—”
    “My
only
brother,” she corrected.
    “And that you care about Rachel and me, but did you have another reason for making this trip? Are you in some kind of trouble? Do you need my help?”
    How much did she want to tell him? “After you sent me the pendant, I started having bad dreams. I’d see a sign for Angel’s Bay, the winding highway and the shadow of a man who seemed to be in danger.”
    “And I’m the man?”
    “I thought you might be, but I’m not sure anymore.” She didn’t want to get into the idea that she might have been dreaming about Nick Hartley, which seemed ridiculous. Her visions had always come from an emotional connection to someone she cared about.
    “These dreams—they’re like the ones you’ve had before?” he asked, keeping his voice carefully neutral.
    “Yes.” Like most of her family, Joe was practical and logical, and her visions had always been pretty much a family joke. “It’s okay, and you don’t have to believe me.”
    “These visions always seem to get you into trouble.”
    “Grandmother says that’s because I haven’t yet embraced my gift, and that’s why nothing is clear to me. I’m fighting my inner nature. I need to be still, to let the wisdom flow.”
    “That sounds like Grandmother,” he said dryly.
    She nodded. Their Grandmother Elena was a tiny Mexican woman with a fierce, loving spirit who believed in the legends of their ancestors, the power of the universe. Of all of the Silveira siblings, Isabella had spent the most time with her grandmother after their mother went back to work full-time. It was from Elena she had learned to sew, from Elena she had learned to dream, and from Elena she had come to believe that she was blessed with a psychic gift. “Grandmother would like this town,” she said. “Don’t you have angels here?”
    “I haven’t personally seen any, but others claim to have had that experience.”
    “Maybe this town will turn you into a believer.” Although she doubted that. Joe was as pragmatic as they came.
    “So you came to save me and almost got yourself killed in the process. There’s something wrong with that equation, Isabella.”
    “It is what it is.”
    “Well, I’m fine, as you can see.” He grabbed his phone off the table as it began to vibrate and glanced down at the number. “I need to get this.”
    “Go ahead.” She cleared the table while he took the call. He was doing more listening than talking, but she could tell by the tension flowing from him and the rigid posture of his back that he had gone into his chief-of-police mode.
    She’d always admired Joe’s willingness to run straight into trouble; he had more courage than anyone she knew. As a teenager, though, that confidence had gotten him into some risky situations. Her older sister had told her that for a while, they weren’t sure which side