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miscarriage. But she also knew that he was concerned because of how much it would hurt Kylie if she had to go through that kind of pain a second time. Regardless, she didn’t want to see her friend unhappy during what should be a very happy time in her life.
    “Let’s go look for that wine,” Kylie suggested, evidently trying to change the subject.
    “You go ahead. I’ll be right with you. If I’m coming to dinner, I think I’ll grab another loaf of bread. You can never have too many carbs.” She waited as Kylie walked off to look at the wine selection, a few booths away. She turned to the woman behind the small table. “Give me something pink and something blue and wrap it up nice, will you?” If Trey Callahan had to be a man, she supposed she would have to be the good woman behind him— temporarily.
    Beau wiped some grease from his hands and stood back to admire his handiwork. He had managed to find a salvageable door to make him feel better. U just for Kate’s SUV at Sonny’s Wrecking Yard, only twenty miles away. After stopping at the auto parts store and picking up what he would need to fix the door, he’d come back to Trey’s and gotten to work. His brother was still sleeping so he tackled the task of removing the old door on his own. Now the new one was in place. No paint job was needed, which saved some time. Black was a popular color for Explorers the same year as Kate’s.
    “Wow, you did that fast,” Trey said, coming through the front door, two beers in his hands. He had showered and shaved and changed into jeans and a T-shirt.
    “You look rested up,” Beau commented, taking a beer.
    “Pulling all-nighters suck.” Trey leaned against his truck and watched as Beau cleaned up his tools. “So, are you going to tell me what the Glock’s for?”
    Beau stiffened. He hadn’t counted on his brother coming across the gun so fast.
    “When I came in this morning, I took a look in the guest room to confirm it was you visiting.” Trey took a draw off his beer bottle. “It looked like you were keeping that gun real handy.”
    “I always sleep with my gun nearby,” Beau answered, knowing Trey wasn’t going to buy it.
    “Since when? You never even used to have a gun. At least not one like that.”
    Beau sat down on Kate’s bumper, taking a long swig of his beer. “I run into a lot of nuts, Trey. It’s just a precautionary measure.”
    “In your house?” Trey asked, raising a brow.
    Shit. Trey was too smart to snow. He was a cop and he had cop instincts. “I had a couple incidents a few months back. Unruly fan. It’s nothing for you to worry about.”
    “Dude, you’re sleeping with your gun.”
    “Yeah, well, I’m a little on edge. I get my privacy invaded a lot.”
    “Even here? Nobody knows where you’re at, right?”
    “Not yet.” Beau frowned. “I’m sure your neighbor has already told everyone he knows. Like he said, everyone knows Beau Callahan.” Beau knew he sounded cynical and that would only make Trey more suspicious. He was right.
    “I’ll talk to Richard about that. But I still want to know what’s up.” Trey finished his beer and dangled the empty bottle between his fingers. “I have access to every law enforcement agency in this country. It won’t take much for me to find any reports or incidents if there are any. I have to say, that kind of work can be annoying and tedious though. Could you do me a favor and save me the trouble?”
    “I’ve had a break-in or two,” Beau relented. “The police are investigating.”
    “A break-in or two. What does that mean? There’s a big difference between one and two when you’re talking burglaries.”
    “Four,” Beau finally said.
    Trey swore.
    “Look, it’s a guy who’s obviously upset that I haven’t batted well the last two seasons. He’s just an overzealous fan.”
    “So what are you doing to deal with this besides carrying?”
    “Nothing, Trey. The cops are working the tra since that first night on her