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looked closer. “Got a nail in the tire. Roofing nail, I think.”

      Rosa huffed.

      “No worries, sis,” Cy said, removing the keys from her hand and popping the trunk. “I’ll have her up and running in half a second.”

      Perhaps it was to make up for the fact that he did not drive that Cy strove to be a master at all things automobile. She’d caught him reading over the Nissan’s owner’s manual to kill time between appointments, studying the diagrams of braking systems and trunk release mechanisms with fervor. In truth, he was the world’s worst auto mechanic, though Rosa didn’t have the heart to tell him so.

      “Um, maybe we should call for roadside assistance,” she proposed. “Since we’re in a hurry. I think we’ve got one of those membership cards.”

      “Nah, this is easy. You just get that lug wrench thing and whip the bolts off. Or is it nuts?” Cy began rummaging through the trunk.

      Rosa heard a soft sigh from behind her. She turned to find Pike watching Cy as if he was a rare animal at the zoo. “Can I help?” he said with a slight grimace.

      “No,” Cy called, voice echoing in the trunk space. “I’ve got this. Piece of cake.”

      “He never lets me help, either,” Rosa said, though she could change a tire in half the time it took her twin. She considered commandeering the lug wrench, but there were some things one did not do, especially to a brother as incredible as Cy. If he needed to change that tire, she would let him.

      “This is going to take a while,” Manny said, and Rosa agreed.

      “I’ve got a roofing nail in my tire,” she said, skewering Pike with a look. “I wonder who spilled those everywhere.”

      Pike chewed his lip, a flush stealing across his cheeks. “I suppose I could drive you.”

      She wanted to say no. Actually, she wanted to say, absolutely not while I still have one measly living breath in my body. Cy emerged, saluting them with the lug wrench and an enormous smile. “All right. I’m goin’ in,” he sang out, as he dove under the car.

      “He knows the lug nuts are on the outside of the vehicle, right?” Pike asked.

      “Sure I do,” Cy hollered good-naturedly. “But it’s important during an automotive crisis to check over the entire undercarriage for any signs of collateral damage.”

      Manny whistled. “He’s still got that weird love-hate relationship with cars, doesn’t he?”

      Rosa breathed deep to steady her nerves. “Yes, yes he does.”

      “Would have thought he’d get over it and start driving again.”

      “Some things,” she snapped, “you just don’t get over.” As if her father could ever understand the wake of destruction he’d left behind. She looked at Pike. “It’s just up Highway One about fifteen miles. That’s where his trailer is. I’m really sorry to ask.” Especially you.

      “You didn’t ask. I offered. Let’s get this over with.” Pike strode to his gleaming Mercedes and opened the door for Rosa.

      “Please stop doing that,” she said.

      “Doing what?”

      “Pulling out chairs and opening doors for me.”

      He arched a brow. “Sorry if it offends you, but the Matthews men were trained to be chivalrous.”

      “The Matthews men. Now I remember,” Manny said, with a snap of his fingers. He fixed his eyes on Pike. “You’re Ben Matthews’s kid.”

      Pike stiffened. “You should remember. You tried to send him to jail.”

      Manny pursed his lips. “I investigated. That’s my job.”

      “You defamed us. That’s illegal.”

      Manny’s eyes narrowed and his slumped shoulders straightened. “Good-looking boat, wasn’t it?”

      “Dad...” Rosa warned.

      Manny continued. “Sank on a perfectly calm evening. Insurance paid a hundred thousand on it.”

      Pike’s face darkened in rage. “Get in,” he snarled. “Or you can walk back to your trailer, if you prefer.”

      Rosa shoved Manny into the car before he had a chance to add any more gasoline to the fire. She sank into the plush leather passenger seat, pulling the door closed quickly before Pike could slam it. Pike took the driver’s seat.

      “Nice wheels,” she said.

      Pike didn’t answer. A vein throbbed in his jaw as he slid on a sleek pair of sunglasses.

      “Law business must be treating you well,” she tried again.

      “Well enough.”

      That concluded the small talk between Rosa and her chivalrous enemy.

      Manny was silent as well. Probably for the best, Rosa thought, as they drove along the highway, past fields of pumpkins that, in a month, would greet the visitors who came for that pick-it-yourself experience. She’d been too mature to indulge in such fantasies when they’d moved to Tumbledown. Fifteen-year-olds did not scurry about in pumpkin patches hunting for that perfect squash. At least, that’s what she’d told her family, but nothing would dissuade Manny and Cy until they’d rolled away the most enormous specimen—one that required both of them to heft it into the station wagon.

      She remembered the expression they’d carved into that orange flesh. Intending eeriness, Cy and her father had somehow captured the mournful, contemplative look she’d seen on her mother’s face in her more sober moments, a hint that she’d let something pass her by while she was otherwise occupied. Or was it grief for something she’d lost? If she closed her eyes, Rosa could picture the pumpkin’s visage, illuminated by the candle flickering inside. If only there had been such a candle to illuminate her mother’s soul. Would it have revealed the dark impulse that drove her to drink herself to death? What could Rosa have done, or Manny, or any of them to drive that darkness away before it consumed her? She swallowed hard.

      “Penny.”

      She jumped. “What?”

      “A penny for your thoughts,” Pike said. “Ten miles of awkward silence is my limit. I’m a trained talker.”

      “The conversation lagged, so I guess I drifted.”

      “Yeah,” Pike said, eyeing Manny in the rearview mirror. He appeared to have dozed off. “Took him a while to remember who I was.”

      “You’ve changed.”

      “More handsome, huh?”

      He grinned. Darned if he wasn’t right, but she’d never tell him that. And not only more handsome but lithe and lanky, intelligent. Worst of all was that terrible, wonderful, dimpled chin. “I was going to say more stubborn.”

      “Stubborn, sayeth the pot to the kettle?”

      “Yes, sayeth the pot. Aunt Bitsy wants her inn reborn and I can do that better than anyone. It’s the best thing for her.”

      He cut his eyes to her, a flicker before he focused again on the highway. “And you’re sure about that?”

      “Yes. It’s what she wants.” Rosa twiddled with the hem of her linen coat, noticing for the first time a spot of paint staining the fabric. Why had she not thought to put on the green blouse, which brought out the spark in her hair? Get a grip, Rosa. He wouldn’t notice a spark if it leaped out and burned a hole in his retina. And why would you want him to? Remember Foster, the handsome guy from law school? The one who ruined you?

      He chewed on his lower lip. “Maybe we shouldn’t always have what we want.”

      She twisted on the seat. “Why?

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