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Nick snorted. Yeah, because some fucktard had told her it wasn’t a big deal.
“I want you on it first thing tomorrow. Corinne’s family, yeah?”
He didn’t need the reminder. “Sure thing, boss,” he said, striding toward his Harley.
“Oh, one more thing,” Sean said.
Nick straddled his bike and said irritably, “What?”
Sean lobbed an object his way. Nick caught it. It was the Swiss Army knife he always carried with him, a long-ago gift from Nicki.
“Thanks. Where did you find this?”
“On the front passenger seat of Corinne’s car.”
Well, fuck.
“I don’t suppose you want to tell me how it got there?”
“Nope.”
“Tell me anyway.”
Nick exhaled. As Sean had already said, he considered Corinnefamily, which meant Nick wasn’t going to ride off without providing a good explanation.
“After I was released, Corinne gave me a ride to the fairgrounds to get my bike.”
“Come again?”
There were very few times Nick had seen Sean Callaghan surprised by anything, but Corinne’s actions warranted raised eyebrows, widened eyes, and an unnatural stillness that was just plain eerie.
Not that he could blame the guy. Nick had been pretty surprised by Corinne’s actions too.
“Corinne saw me get busted at the fair. She was waiting outside the station when I got out.”
Sean blinked once. Slowly. “Is something going on between you and Corinne?”
Well, that was easy enough to answer. “No.”
“Then, why would she do that?”
“Fuck if I know,” Nick said.
Done with the interrogation, Nick kicked down hard, and the monster roared to life. Without a backward glance, he took off and set a course for the mountains. He hoped that when he returned, he’d have a clearer head.
CHAPTER SEVEN
CORINNE
Lacie called later that night, sounding far more excited about the prospect of Corinne dating Brett Buckman than Corinne was. Not that Corinne doubted her sister’s standards, but Lacie’s idea of good boyfriend material was different than hers.
Lacie’s husband was a perfect example. Shane Callaghan was intellectual, well-spoken, well-mannered, and chivalrous to a fault. All good things, to be sure, but Corinne preferred guys who were a bit less polished. Slightly rougher around the edges. Who wouldn’t mind getting a little dirty once in a while.
Basically, the male equivalent of a lady in public and a whore in the bedroom.
Everything Lacie had told Corinne about Brett painted a picture of a wholesome, all-American man. Still, this was about putting herself out there, right? Brett might be a good way to ease out of her comfort zone.
“I’ll see him tomorrow when I go in to set up more of the classroom,” Lacie said. “He’s assisting the football coach with preseason practice. He’s going to be thrilled. He was disappointed he didn’t get to meet you last night.”
