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I slid into the open back door. “If you see Fenn…” I bit my lip. “Tell him I’m sorry and I’ll catch him later, okay?”

Beale saluted, then Big Rafe backed out of the parking space and screamed out of the lot.

Chapter Nineteen

Fenn

“Fuck.”My cousin Rafe threw his phone onto the captain’s chair in the cockpit and grabbed his water bottle. “Where the fuck is my dad? He was supposed to be back with the rest of the fenders and the extra tarps for the shack by midafternoon and it’s nearlyfour. Now he’s not even answering his damn phone.”

I wrapped duct tape around the waterproof material that protected the navigation system just in case one of the windows broke and shrugged half-heartedly. “He’ll get here when he gets here, I guess. I’m sure he’s doing the best he can.”

Rafe’s head went forward. “You realize you’re talking about my father, right? Rafe Goodman? Tall guy? Looks weirdly like me but hasn’t lifted a weight in ten years? You’re sayinghe’sdoing the best he can?”

I shrugged again.

“Ohhh, I get it. This is a dead giveaway that you’ve been replaced by your evil twin, isn’t it? Who are you and what have you done with Fenn?”

“Ha. Pass me the utility knife, please?”

Rafe handed it over, but his gaze stayed fixed on my face. “You know, I might leave you here and go see where Dad got to.”

“Sure.”

“I might go get your Charger and take it for a spin.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Might go sell her to someone who isn’t a total punk when it comes to fixing cars and has the balls to actually say what he thinks and stand behind it.”

“Gee.” I winced. “Thanks.”

“All right, fuck off,” Rafe said, leaning against the console right where I was working and effectively blocking me in. “What’s going on with you?”

A shit ton of things, but exactly two I’d cop to. “Tired and hungover. Could you move?”

“Could.Won’t. Since when do you get drunk on a work night?”

“On a work night, Principal Goodman?” I rolled my eyes. “Since your brother invited himself over and started pouring me shots with beer chasers.” I shuddered. “I haven’t been that wasted in a while.”

“Beale poured you shots?” Rafe’s brow puckered. “Bealedid?”

“Beale Goodman,” I confirmed. “Tall guy. Looks weirdly like you, except attractive?”

“Well, damn! Whose wake was it, and why wasn’t I informed?”

“Nobody died.” I sighed deeply. No sense keeping secrets on an island like Whispering Key. “Mason and I ended things, and Beale was trying to be nosy and get details.”

And he’d succeeded, the fucker. Before he’d forced me to drink three bottles of water and some Tylenol and tucked me in bed.

Rafe snorted, then frowned more deeply. “Wait, you’re serious? You ended things with the doctor?” Rafe sounded annoyed.

“Yep.”

“Well, fuck, Fenn.”

I rolled my eyes. “Since when do you care?”

“Since…” He shook his head. “I dunno. He’s a good guy. What’d you do?”