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“Fine,” Paul says. “We’ll cover the repairs. Regardless of any winnings from the show.” He slides his sneaky gaze Jordan’s way. “But you’ll have to sign another release not to sue for any damages.”

“Whatever,” I mutter.

How much more of my life am I going to sign away to these vultures?

CHAPTER FIVE

Molly

Spending the day with Remy both heals and hurts. Even before Griff and I became a couple, the three of us spent time together. It’s hard to be with Remy and not think about Griff. The two of them have been inseparable since we were kids.

But Remy’s patient and sweet to me all day. He doesn’t bring up Griff and he doesn’t razz me for my stupid plan that took me all the way to the airport.

It’s not until the next day that Remy drops a bomb on me.

The scent of vanilla waffles tickles my nose. Part of me’s a little insulted Remy’s babying me. The other part really wants some waffles. I hurry downstairs and into the kitchen.

After breakfast, Remy pushes his plate away. “I need to talk to you about something.”

“Okay.” I glance at the clock. “I’m supposed to be at Miller’s by noon. Then, after my shift, I was thinking about stopping by the bar to help you out.”

I brace myself for him to say no.

“Yeah, I’d like you there.” He rubs one hand over his chest. “I should start teaching you the ropes. You can help me decide what we’re going to do with the place, eventually.” He leans forward and pats my hand. “But I need to talk to you about something else.”

The waffles I just inhaled do an unhappy tap dance in my stomach. “What?”

“Jerry called me yesterday.”

I fidget at the name of Griff’s boss. The owner of the garage where I left Griff’s car—and smashed mine to bits.

“That’s when I realized you were gone.”

I swallow hard. “What’d he have to say?”

Pain ripples over Remy’s expression, looking a little too close to pity for my taste. “What do you think he had to say?”

I lift one shoulder. “I dunno.”

“One of the other mechanics noticed Griff’s car parked oddly out by the garage. They saw broken glass. Investigated a little more. Found your car vandalized.”

My lower lip trembles. “Really?” I squeak.

“Molly.” He sighs. “Jerry saw the show.”

I squeeze my eyes shut. Damn. Jerry must think I’m horrible. I’ll never be able to look him in the eyes again.

“He figured you probably did it, but it was too late,” Remy says gently. “The other guys called the cops to report a break-in.”

My heart thuds. “What?” I glance up and meet Remy’s intense, blue-eyed stare.

“They had to get ahold of Griff. That’s why Jerry called me.”

I shift my gaze away from Remy’s face. “What’d Griff say?”

“He declined to press charges.” Remy’s voice falters. “I talked to him. Explained that we saw the show and what he did.”

“What’d you do, congratulate him?”

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