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carefully, wincing as his hand brushed
against his dick.   He shifted a little,
trying to make more room.   It didn't
really work.
    "Who is
it?" Lily asked.
    He hoped she
couldn’t tell how fucking aroused he was.   He’d scare her off for sure.   “Hang on,” he said, then scowled at the screen.   "My brother.   Dammit. " He pushed a button.   "Yeah,
Alex.   What?"
    "Dude.   Are you with Lily now? If so, you need to
bring her to the shop, pronto," Alex said.
    "Are you
crazy? We're in the middle of dinner," Matt protested.   He was on a date, his first one in a long time.   No way was he dragging her down to the
garage now.
    "Yeah,
well, her tire didn't just pick up a nail.   It was about to lose its tread.   And I looked at her brakes.   They've been messed with, too. " Alex's voice was grim.   "And whoever did it knew what he was
doing.   If her tire had gone flat at the
wrong time she could've died.   It
would've definitely failed if she'd gone over fifty miles an hour. "
    Matt's gut
clenched.   After what she'd just told him
about her family, having her tire deliberately screwed with set off all his
alarm bells.   "We'll be right
there," he said tersely and hung up.

 
    Chapter Three
     
    Lily frowned as
Matt shoved his phone back into his jeans.   His demeanor had gone from seductive to
serious so fast she knew something was wrong.
    "What
happened? Is everything okay?" she asked him.   The butterflies in her stomach suddenly felt
like lead pellets.   She hated when the
phone rang unexpectedly.   Every time it
happened, she got bad news.   At first she
hadn't been concerned because it wasn't her phone, but as Matt's voice went
from irritated to worried, that familiar sensation of dread began to crawl up
her spine.
    He grimaced.   "We need to go to Alex's shop . "
    She sat back.   "We do? Why?" She wasn't going
anywhere until he explained.
    "There's a
problem with your car," he said, but didn't elaborate.
    She frowned.   "What problem?"
    He gave her a
look, then sighed.   "My brother thinks your tire was
deliberately damaged . "
    "Deliberately— What does that even mean?" She rubbed her arms,
feeling suddenly cold despite the warm temperature.   The sun was just setting beyond the trees, but
she hadn't felt chilly until just now.
    Matt stood up
and offered his hand.   Lily ignored it.   She wasn't going anywhere until he explained
what he meant.   He let his hand drop.
    "Alex said
it looked like someone had messed with your tire so that it would fail when you
went over a certain speed.   He said
something about your brakes, too. " Matt ran a
hand through his hair, clearly agitated.   "We need to go see him .
"
    Fuck .   Lily clenched her fists and stood up.   "Did I mention that I didn't believe it
when the police said my father committed suicide?"
    Matt handed her
purse to her.   "You did . "
    She nodded
jerkily.   "My brother was a
competitive swimmer.   There's no way he
could've drowned in a swimming pool at a picnic. "
    Matt ushered
her down the stone path and around the building.   "Why didn't you tell someone about your
suspicions?"
    She scoffed.   "You think I didn't?" She stopped
walking, wrapping her arms around her waist.   "I did.   I told the police that it was impossible my
Dad would've done that.   That there was
no way Brian could've drowned.   Then,
when Jack died, well—" She started walking again.
    "What did
they say about him?" Matt asked gently.
    She drew a
shuddering breath, fighting for composure.   "They said it was an accident.   I didn't believe them.   They didn’t believe me.   It got… uncomfortable. "
They were at the sidewalk in front of the bed and breakfast.   She looked down the street.   The sun glittered through the trees,
reflecting off the chrome sign in front of Alex's garage.   Tourists wandered up and down the quaint
street, some window gazing, others chatting near the flowers planted everywhere.   It all looked so