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“Fine. You come with me to drop it off at McCullen’s andyouwork out what you’re going to do. But if you give up and decide to sell it, I get half.”

Faye’s expression brightened. “Deal.”

“I’m going to call Riley. We can meet him over at the shop.” Grace shook her head with a mild form of disbelief. Faye would change her tune. Especially after she heard how bad it was straight from the horse’s mouth.

Faye hurried out of the kitchen and Grace glanced in Brielle’s direction. She thought that Brielle would have fought for the truck more than Faye, seeing as she had more memories of their mother.

Brielle must have felt Grace’s eyes on her. She looked in Grace’s direction then put her phone down. “What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“No, but you’re looking at me like I did something wrong. Did Shane tell Riley I broke up with him?”

Grace blinked and her mouth dropped open. “You were still seeing him?”

Brielle groaned. “Sorta? Not really. I mean, we had that moment at the Christmas thing. And then we might have seen each other a few times over the last several months…”

“Brielle! You can’t just string a guy along like that.”

Her sister gasped. “I wasn’tstringing him along. He knew I wasn’t interested in anything long-term. He was fine with it.” Brielle dropped her gaze and shifted in her seat. “It’s just not gonna work between him and me. I’m not built to be the kind of girl that hangs off the arm of a wealthy man. It’s just not me.”

“But you kept going on dates with him.”

She snorted and the corners of her lips curled upward. “I’m also not the kind of girl to say no to a free meal or a night of dancing.”

“Brielle.” Grace laughed.

Her sister shrugged. “It’s fine. I finally told him enough. Not gonna go through that and get attached. Time to see what else is out there.” She got to her feet. “Good luck with the truck.”

“It’s not mine anymore. I don’t need any luck.”

“I said what I said.” She grabbed her phone and strode out the door.

What a strange comment.

* * *

“I’m sorry,but this truck isn’t worth saving.” Adam McCullen wiped his hands on a grease-stained rag before tossing it over his shoulder. He wasn’t who Grace had expected to speak to. Bridget was working on a different vehicle and Adam’s father was out running errands.

She vaguely remembered Adam from when she was in grade school. He’d left town right out of high school about five years ago. The fact that he’d returned was more than a little strange. From the gossip in town, she’d heard he didn’t want to be stuck in Copper Creek all his life.

Faye elbowed her in the ribs and she let out a yelp.

“What did you do that for?”

“He’s talking to you.”

Grace grimaced and looked at Adam. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“It’s not really worth fixing, but if you wanted to rebuild the engine and the transmission, you’d have something that could last another twenty years easy.”

Faye gave her a pleading look.

“I’ll let you three talk it over. Let me know when you come to a decision.”

Grace shook her head. “This is all on you, Faye. You have to figure it out if you want to fix it.”

“I’m not working like you are. I can’t afford to pay for something like that.”