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you be?”
    “Maybe,” she offered with a tiny grin.
    It was hardly encouragement. Or maybe it was. “You want to meet Zoey? Eli’s wife. Give her the names of some photographers—get it over and done with?”
    “She’s really that desperate?”
    “She’s really that friendly. Word of warning, if she starts petting you it’s nothing personal. It’s a touch thing.”
    “We could drop by on our way out,” said the doc. “Stay for a round?”
    Breanna and her mother shared a glance. Her mother glanced at her watch.
    “Someone’s got to call in at the late-night chemist before it closes,” Marguerite said. “We have fifteen minutes.”
    “I’ll get it,” said Bree. “I’ll swing back and collect you afterwards.”
    Caleb smiled at the opening spread out before him. “Or I can take Bree to the pharmacy and get her home afterwards. I’m on my way out.”
    Nothing like a little privacy for what he had in mind. And less trivia.
    Two minutes later the doc and Marguerite were sitting between Caleb’s father and grandfather, and Bree looked more than a little uneasy as she stood back from the people now crowded around the table.
    Until Zoey got hold of her. “Hi, I’m Zoey Jackson. And you’re Bree of Images Photography.”
    “Yes.” Bree didn’t stutter, but she did repeat herself. “Yes, I’m Bree. If you’d like to give me your contact details I can put you on to some photographers who might be able to help you.”
    “Lovely.” Zoey scribbled something on the back of a bar coaster and held it out with a smile. “My email. I’ll look forward to hearing from you. Are you staying? Pull up a seat.”
    “No, I have a couple of things to do. But it was nice meeting you.”
    “Are you out of here too?” Zoey asked Caleb and he nodded.
    “You could stay.”
    “Nah, I’m crewing later. I live to work.”
    “Especially on trivia nights,” said Zoey dryly. “Thanks for the keys.”
    Caleb didn’t bother to hide his smirk as he waited for Bree to say a couple more quick hellos and goodbyes and leave. She was polite to his family, friendly but not effusive. She always had held back a little around his family. Maybe it was because she was an only child. Maybe it was just that she’d never quite fit into the rhythms of the bay.
    He followed her from the room, fully aware of the whispers that ran in their wake. He only had to look sideways at a woman these days for rumor to have it that he was sleeping with her. It was a reputation he’d earned in full in his early twenties. He didn’t entirely deserve it nowadays. Not that it made any difference.
    “Where are you parked?” she asked as the cool night breeze flattened her coat collar against her neck. She was wearing a thigh-length coat, a tight little skirt that showed off long legs and high-end summery shoes.
    “Just over there.” He nodded in the direction of his ride.
    She looked puzzled, right up until they stood beside the black and chrome motorcycle and he reached for the helmet sitting on the seat.
    “You came here on a vintage Indian motorbike? And you didn’t think to tell me?”
    “You know this ride?”
    “Only by reputation. I did a photo shoot for a vintage motorbike dealership once. All the pretties, and they photographed like a dream. It was love at first sight.” Bree stroked the studded leather seat lovingly. “They had much newer model Indians than this one though. Where’d you get it?”
    “Out of a paddock near Byron Bay. There were two of them. Me and Cutter pulled them apart and managed to put one functional bike back together. And then we tossed for it.”
    “I don’t believe you two.”
    “Truth is, he rides it whenever he wants and bitches me out when I bring it back dirty.”
    “Do you still share everything?”
    He dug in the saddle-bag for the half-helmet spare and handed it to her. “Not everything. I wouldn’t share you. To be fair, neither would he.”
    She didn’t say anything and hot recklessness