In this way they will lay up treasure for themselves as a firm foundation for the coming age, so that they may take hold of the life that is truly life.

      —1 Timothy 6:19

      To Norah—

      Always listen for the sound of wild geese,

       stop to pick dandelions, study the clouds… and reach for the stars. And remember, you are fearfully and wonderfully made!

      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Questions for Discussion

      Prologue

      “I knew I’d find you hiding in here.”

      “Technically, it’s not hiding if the person is in plain sight.” Meghan McBride shot a mischievous smile at her sister, Caitlin, who sauntered into the room with her usual catlike grace, still wearing the periwinkle-blue stilettos she’d stepped into at eight o’clock that morning.

      Meghan had kicked off an identical pair hours ago. It was too much to hope Caitlin hadn’t spotted her bare toes peeking out from under the netting of the tea-length gown she wore. She’d probably already noticed that Meghan’s hair had managed to break free of the grid of bobby pins anchoring it in place. It wasn’t fair that the breeze skipping off Lake Superior during their youngest sister’s outdoor wedding ceremony had ignored Caitlin’s neat French twist and set its sights on Meghan’s mop of curls—the ones the stylist had spent an extra half hour trying to restrain.

      “Evie and Sam are getting ready to leave. She was wondering where you were…” Caitlin frowned. “Is that frosting on your elbow?”

      Shoot. Meghan inspected her arm and made a halfhearted attempt to scrub off the pink smear with her thumbnail. “I think so. I warned Evie that she shouldn’t have asked me to cut the cake.”

      Like a magician, Caitlin somehow produced a delicately embroidered handkerchief out of thin air and handed it to her with a sigh.

      That was the trouble with sisters. They knew every chink in a person’s armor. Caitlin’s sharp eye for detail made her wildly popular as an image consultant and wildly annoying as an older sister. Evie had waved the white flag of surrender and turned her closet over to Caitlin years ago, but Meghan had refused to go down without a fight. She liked going barefoot and wearing blue jeans and T-shirts. Not only did she spend most of her spare time with children and paint, every time she bought something new, she ended up getting a stain—or two—on it. What was the point?

      “I still can’t believe our baby sister is married,” Caitlin murmured.

      Meghan couldn’t believe it, either. The previous summer, she and Caitlin had sweet-talked Evie into managing Beach Glass, their father’s antique store, while he went away on a two-week fishing trip. Evie’s brief stay had turned into something straight from the pages of an action-adventure novel. She’d discovered that her father and his friend, Jacob Cutter, were searching for clues they hoped would lead them to a sunken ship. Their cautious sister, who ordinarily steered clear of anything risky, had dodged a corrupt group of treasure hunters and fallen in love with Jacob’s son, Sam.

      “Right out of a fairy tale,” Meghan murmured. “Who would have guessed?”

      Caitlin made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a snort. Except that image consultants didn’t snort. “Sam’s a good guy.”

      The understatement of the year. “He’s perfect for Evie. And she deserves to be happy.” Meghan knew her sister couldn’t argue with that.

      “She does.” Caitlin’s expression softened. “We better get back to the reception before she hunts us down—”

      “Too late!” The words, accompanied by Evie’s lilting laugh and the rustle of satin, preceded her into the kitchen.

      Meghan took one look at her sister and the lump that had lodged in her throat—the one that had formed while she’d watched Sam and Evie recite their vows—swelled to the size of an orange again. Evie looked spectacular in the ivory gown Caitlin had found in an exclusive shop in the Twin Cities, where Caitlin and Meghan lived.

      Meghan ignored a pinch of envy. It’s not that she wasn’t ecstatic for Evie. She just couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to feel that way about someone. Caitlin was openly cynical when it came to love, but Meghan knew it happened to some people. Like their parents. And now Evie and Sam. But for reasons she kept to herself, she wasn’t convinced she was ever going to be one of them.

      “Sam and I are going to sneak away while the orchestra is playing the last song.” Evie’s gown swished around her feet as she crossed the room and drew them into an affectionate hug. “I wish I could take you to Paris.”

      “Oh, Sam would love that,” Caitlin said dryly.

      “Have fun,” Meghan commanded. “And don’t worry about Dad. I’m planning to stay until next weekend and I promise I’ll take good care of him.”

      Evie’s smile faded slightly, proving she still had some progress to make when it came to letting their father manage on his own. Evie had an exasperating tendency to fuss over Patrick, although Meghan thought she understood why. Evie had been a freshman in high school and the only one of them still living