Page 18 of Mustang Summer

Cash nudged him, but Brock’s gaze stayed glued to the sexy brunette.

“Did you get the ’68 Shelby?”

She glanced to the front, then put her finger across her lips.

He scowled and Cash elbowed him again.

Brock ripped his gaze away to glare at Cash.“What?”

Cash rolled his eyes to the front where the lawyers were setting up.

Brock clamped his mouth shut, but his brain kept going.Had she gotten the car?Paying attention to the proceedings was impossible.A million questions zinged through his head about Josie every minute of each hour the trial lasted.

They were excused while the jury deliberated.Brock left his cousins to find her disappearing into the restroom.

When he turned back, Aaron, Travis, and Cash stood several feet away, watching him.

He almost walked past them to wait for Josie to exit the bathroom, but they sidestepped to block his path.

“Talk,” Aaron demanded.

“About what?”

Cash snorted.“Only you would be all ‘whaddya mean’ when the insanely hot sister of the man who burned down our property talks to you.You two know each other?”

Brock shoved his hands in his pockets.“A couple of weeks ago, I came home and someone ran out of the barn.I chased her down, but she told Max she was just out for a walk.I couldn’t prove it and nothing was missing or damaged.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”Travis’s voice shook like he was trying not to yell.“She’s Jesse’ssister.”

“I didn’t know.Her last name is Alvarez.Then I went to go interview for a Mustang yesterday and she was there, too.”

They all eyed the rest room door suspiciously.

Cash spoke first.“The sister of the guy who torched Dillon’s shop suddenly takes an interest in Brock.”

“Not me.”Brock pushed past them when she breezed out of the ladies room.“It’s the cars.”

He tracked Josie across the expanse of the hallway.Her heeled shoes gave her hips the most enticing sway.She glanced over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes on him, then her gaze flitted from cousin to cousin.Planting herself on a corner bench, she hugged her purse, or bag, or whatever it was called, to herself.

“Did Mr.Blackwood sell you the ’68?”Brock came to a stop in front of her.

She clutched her tote bag.“He hasn’t decided yet.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

“Are you going to report back to him that I’m going to be a naughty girl and not take care of his precious car?”

“No.”

She paused like she was waiting for him to say more, then looked over his shoulder.“Can I help you boys?”

Shit.His cousins were interfering.Brock didn’t turn around when Cash spoke.“We want to know what you were doing in Brock’s shop.”

Josie remained sitting, but crossed her arms defensively against the four of them.“Sorry to disappoint, but I’ve already been cleared.”

“Brock doesn’t lie,” Cash pressed.

Her cool brown gaze landed back on Brock.“Not even a tiny fib?”

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