"Maybe I should let them go. But I love them. Isn't that a trip? I came here wanting their uncle to take them, then I went and fell in love with them." "And him." Meridith shot a glare at Rita. "Well, you did, honey. Denial won't change it." But it wasn't real. Maybe her feelings were, but his weren't. He only wanted the children. All this time that she'd thought their uncle was irresponsible and incompetent, he was working a plan to get the kids. "He used me." Saying the words cut her to the core. "Do you know how that feels? I believed he cared for me; fell for it hook, line, and sinker. How lame can I be?" Rita set her hand on Meridith's arm. "Maybe he really does love you." The memories surfaced, unbidden. The feel of his palm cupping her cheek, the sweet taste of his mouth, the sound of her name on his lips. But just as quickly, caution shut down the thoughts. Love was unsafe. It was unpredictable and cruel. She'd known it when she'd come here, but somehow the magic of the island lured her, made her forget. Jake made her forget. "If only I'd realized who he was. If I'd known, it would've changed everything." "Maybe you should hear him out," Rita said. She shook her head. "No. I'm done with that. Done with Jake, done with love."