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him up on the offer. Beau knows a lot about cars. He worked as a part time mechanic in high school and did a lot of body work too. And to be honest with you, I really don’t see how he could have hit both the front and back ends of your car at the same time—or how he caused you to hit the telephone pole, which you have admitted you did.” Kylie gave her a knowing look. “You’re being a little irrational.”
    Kate was quiet for a moment. “I hate you.”
    Kylie smiled. “I love you too. Now admit you were wrong so we can go to the flea market. We’ll take my jeep.”
    Frowning, Kate looked up at Beau, those mutinous brown eyes of hers still smoldering. “I may have been at fault too.”
    He raised a brow. “ May have ?”
    “Okay! I hit your damned truck! I’m sorry! You want me to pay for the damage?”
    “That was since that first night on her front porch. She he waspayment enough,” he said smugly, and turned to Trey. “Get me the yellow pages and we’ll go to the junkyard to find a new door.”
    “How was your date with Wick?” Richard wanted to know.
    Kate’s expression soured again.
    “Richard—” Kylie cautioned carefully.
    “He said you were bitchy with him,” Richard added, nonplussed. “What gives?”
    Irritated, Kate yanked her purse up her arm. “Your friend is gay, Richard. And he’s a jerk.”
    Richard looked surprised.
    Now interested, Beau folded his arms over his chest and watched the two of them.
    “Wick isn’t gay.”
    “For God’s sake, Richard, he is!”
    “Kate—” Kylie began, now shooting her a warning look.
    “Agh!” Kate exclaimed, apparently losing her patience with everything. “The guy was an octopus. His hands were everywhere, and not in a good way. He was like a high school virgin making out on prom night. I was damn near trapped in the front seat of his VW Beetle—and it’s not vintage, incidentally. It’s candy apple red, with pink, fuzzy dice hanging from the mirror.” She scowled again. “He clearly has very little experience with women. Not only that, he smelled bad.”
    Beau couldn’t help but grin at this. So that’s why she’d been so pissed the night before; she’d been coming home from a bad date.
    “He is not gay,” Richard said emphatically, looking at Beau and Trey for help. Trey remained silent. Beau didn’t have that kind of self-control.
    “Dude, the guy’s name is Wick and he drives a VW Beetle with pink dice hanging from the mirror.”
    Trey snorted and got another elbow to the ribs from Kylie.
    “I don’t want to ever hear the word Wick around me again,” Kate snapped, looking at Richard closely. “Do you hear me? And don’t have him over when I’m around.”
    “Well, if you feel that strongly about it,” Richard began.
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    The flea market was a madhouse of course. Kate should have figure to make him feel better. bu” K0d that would be the case. Nothing else was going her way today. She looked over at Kylie, who was loading some sweet rolls into a paper bag.
    “Why didn’t you tell me Trey’s brother was here?”
    Kylie shrugged. “I didn’t really think it was important. I didn’t know you two had already had a run-in, pardon the pun.” Kylie couldn’t hide her grin.
    “Ha ha,” Kate snapped. “He’s a jerk.” She momentarily chastised herself for not recognizing Beau Callahan for who he was the minute she’d set her eyes on him. He and Trey practically looked like twins, for goodness sake. It had been ridiculous for her to argue that fact.
    “He isn’t a jerk, Kate. Beau’s a nice guy.”
    Kate snorted. The only thing about Beau Callahan that was nice was the way he looked. His Native American features, along with his short dark hair and deep coffee colored eyes, likely made most women swoon. He had the tall, dark and handsome thing going for him. But in Kate’s opinion, that was it.
    “You admitted you may very well have caused the accident. Why are you still mad at him?