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of my car and forced me off the road.” She pointed an accusing, red-enameled nail at Bo, who started to shimmy and whine with excitement. “It’s a miracle I didn’t lose control and crash.” Lindy put on her “pout face”, the one she’d perfected to bring men to their knees. Men she was interested in, that is. And while Drew Porter had a bit of a wild reputation, Caleb seemed to think pretty highly of him, and that held a lot of weight with Matt. Besides, Lindy was twenty-five years old and plenty capable of taking care of herself.
    “Look, I said I was sorry. Let’s go take a look and see if you have any damage.”
    “If there’s even so much as a scratch, I want it fixed. This car isn’t even three months old.”
    Drew dragged Bo over to Lindy’s car, muttering something under his breath about spoiled blonde brats. Well, Matt couldn’t argue with him there. While there was much more to Lindy than met the eye, baby sister sure did enjoy the finer things in life. The fact she was even toying with a small-town, blue-collar guy would make front page news in LA.
    “See? Not a scratch. You kicked up a little dust is all. If you want your car washed, bring it by. I have a drive-thru car wash on the lot.”
    Lindy’s eyes widened in comical dismay. “You’re joking, right? This is a Ferrari, Lou.”
    “Drew.”
    “You don’t run a Ferrari through an automatic car wash.”
    Drew stared at Lindy for a moment, no doubt trying to decide if she was joking or not. “Whatever. Listen, I have a business to get back to. Have a nice life, Hot Stuff. If you change your mind about the car wash, Matt knows where to find me.”
    Once Drew was out of earshot, Lindy snarked, “I can see why you’re so drawn to this place. The locals are quite charming.”
    Matt gave his head an exasperated shake. “You know I’m trying to keep a low profile, yet you drive a two-hundred-thousand dollar sports car into town. What the hell were you thinking? And don’t bother with the pout, Lindy.”
    She crossed her arms defensively. “I was thinking that I missed my big brother who I haven’t seen in months.”
    He gazed at her, feeling her pain and uncertainty. They’d always been close, so when he’d decided to drop out of sight and go into hiding, she’d taken it pretty hard. And truthfully, he’d never intended to stay away forever. He’d just needed some time to heal after everything that had happened. Time without paparazzi cameras constantly flashing in his face. “I know, and I’m sorry. But as crazy as it may sound, this place has become my home. I feel alive here in a way I never did in LA.”
    She tried to joke his declaration away. “Must have something to do with this Carrie person. Maybe it’s time I met her.”
    “Christ, I forgot about Carrie. Lord only knows what her mind cooked up over you throwing yourself into my arms.” He took off for the coffee shop.
    Carrie was in the process of refilling the sugar shakers when he and Lindy walked in, Lindy clinging possessively to his arm. Mr. Krawczyk, who worked at the Laundromat, gave him a quick nod on his way out, coffee in hand. Carrie flicked him a glance, her gaze moving down to where Lindy clung to his arm before dismissing them both.
    Matt heaved a sigh and strode up to the counter.
    “Can you look at me, please?”
    “I know what you look like.”
    “Yep,” Lindy drawled as she let go of Matt’s arm. “Charming. I totally get why you love this place.”
    “Lindy, shush. Carrie, I’d like you to meet my sister, Melinda...Jacobs. Lindy, Carrie Lowell, my friend and business partner.”
    “Sister?” Carrie said, eyeing Lindy warily. “You didn’t mention your sister was coming to town.”
    “That’s because I didn’t know she was coming.” He shot Lindy an accusatory look.
    “Oh.”
    Matt grinned. “Oh? That’s it?”
    Carrie crossed her arms, her expression somewhat sheepish. “Well, how was I supposed to know? Some rich, beautiful