glanced around, her perfectly manicured hands on her hips. She had long, platinum blond hair, big brown eyes, and a pair of sunglasses propped stylishly on her head. Her skintight little black dress ended just above her knees. Surprisingly, she didn’t have on a single accessory, but then, she didn’t need any.
The woman’s eyes narrowed when she spotted Drew and Bo on the other side of the street. She started toward them, and Bo bounced excitedly on his hindquarters, tongue lolling, tail thumping the grass.
Carrie couldn’t hold back a smile when she recognized the resigned look on Drew’s face.
“Are you crazy letting that beast roam free? Doesn’t Mayberry here have a leash law?”
A wolfish grin transformed Drew’s face as he eyed the woman from head to toe. Typical, Carrie thought, resisting the urge to throw a rock across the street and knock some sense into him. “Look, I’m sorry. Bo doesn’t usually take off like that. Must’ve seen a cat or something. If you have any damages just drive down the road to D.P. Tire & Auto and I’ll take care of ’em.”
“Damn right you will,” she declared with a toss of her head, striking a pose.
Great, Carrie thought with another eye roll. Just what Redemption needed, Paris Hilton’s long-lost twin.
“Lindy?”
Carrie glanced up when she heard Matt’s voice. She watched with growing dismay as he strode across the street, not toward her, but straight for the blonde.
“Matt!” the woman cried as she spun around and ran up to meet him—no easy feat in those heels. She launched herself into Matt’s arms, and the louse caught her in a crushing embrace.
Devastated, Carrie’s face burned with humiliation as she watched the scene before her. Matt pulled back and grinned down at the gorgeous twit—he’d certainly never looked at her like that.
With a heavy heart, Carrie turned away and headed back into the shop. She had no desire to watch Matt fawn all over another woman. God, what a fool she’d been. She’d actually started to believe there was something between them, that he was as crazy for her as she was him. What a joke. Men didn’t want a woman with a little extra meat on her bones. They wanted the skinny supermodel types. Men...maybe she should just switch teams and become a lesbian.
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“What are you doing here, Lindy?” Matt stepped back and scowled at his impulsive baby sister. “I told you not to come. I can’t afford to have the paparazzi swoop in and screw everything up.”
“Settle down, I was careful. Besides, I don’t plan to stay long. Just until you’ve had a chance to pack your bags. I’m taking you home.” Lindy glanced around, her disdain for the small Midwest town clear. “You don’t belong here any more than I do.”
Before Matt could respond, Drew strode up, a firm grip on Bo’s collar. He was dressed in his navy blue mechanic’s uniform, his gaze for Lindy and Lindy alone. Matt had to swallow a chuckle. Maybe his sister would discover a reason to stay in Redemption after all.
Lindy pulled her sunglasses down on her nose and turned to face him. “Is there something I can do for you?”
Drew grinned and gave her an insulting once-over. “I can think of lots of things, Hot Stuff, but I’m too much of a gentleman to say them out loud.”
“My God, you’re rude,” she huffed, sticking out a hip. “Matt could be my fiancé for all you know.”
Drew gave his head a confident shake. “Not a chance. Anyone with two brain cells can see he only has eyes for Carrie.”
“Then how did you figure it out?”
Drew’s smile faded. “Careful, Hot Stuff, I may have been lying about the gentleman part.”
Matt gave Drew a pat on the back. “Easy, man, that’s my baby sister you’re talking to.”
Drew gave a curt nod. “Sorry, Matt. Didn’t mean any disrespect.”
“Forget it. Now, would one of you like to tell me what happened? I heard tires screeching, but that’s it.”
“This horse ran in front