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Unfortunately, Lyle wanted to claim her and her heart.
    He grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator and went out on the patio and sat down, stretching his legs out in front of him to think. He didn’t know the first thing about being one of those aggressive males who went after what he wanted. Lance was the one who’d eventually gotten his shit together to claim the heart of the woman he loved.
    Lyle was a heart specialist. Of the three Montgomery brothers, he was considered the least outgoing. However, when it came to repairing hearts . . .
    His smile widened as a number of possibilities formed in his head. He would not lose the woman he loved a second time. He would do what he did best—repair a person’s heart, and he fully intended to work on fixing up hers, starting tomorrow morning.

4
    Shannon pulled her
car into the auto repair shop, determined to find out what was causing that consistent knocking sound she’d started hearing yesterday. She believed in keeping her car in top condition and fully intended to find out what was wrong with it. Since she made her home in Durham, North Carolina, she had driven to Hilton Head instead of flying in as Faith and Monique had done. She never liked airplanes, and although she had flown on quite a few, she avoided doing so whenever possible.
    Besides, the drive had been rewarding, and once she got off the interstate to take U.S. Highway 278, the scenic four lanes that took you right over to the island, she had made the trip in six hours.
    The cook at the diner where she’d eaten breakfast that morning had recommended this shop, saying it was the best on the island to repair sports cars. She glanced around but didn’t see anyone. And then she glanced at her watch. It was noon. Evidently the owner and workers were out to lunch.
    She decided to sit and wait. She turned off the ignition and leaned back in her seat, lowered the volume on her radio and began thinking of her conversation with Faith and Monique a few nights ago.
    She knew she hadn’t really shocked them by saying she would spend her summer going on a manhunt. From as far back as she could remember, she had been the most aggressive of the four when it came to showing interest in the opposite sex. She blamed it on her overly strict parents. They had raised her to be what they considered a “good girl,” and she had pleased them by always acting the role of obedient, humble, and easily controlled. But when she was out of their sight, it was a different story. She’d had a tendency to get buck wild.
    And although over the years she could admit to having a fair amount of lovers, she didn’t consider herself promiscuous or easy. In fact, she was downright nitpicky when it came to letting a man in her bed. She had standards that she refused to lower and was not one to be swept away by sweet talk, a savvy walk, or a well-built body.
    She had decided years ago after opening her eyes and acknowledging her parents’ mockery of a marriage that she would live the rest of her life as a single woman. Her father engaged in affairs like it was his God-given right to do so, and her mother was just as bad, taking on a series of lovers who were usually half her age. Yet, while out in public, they presented themselves as a loving couple: the highly educated, highly sophisticated, overly dignified, and wealthy Drs. Carmichael. Both were college professors at Yale who had made names for themselves in the academic world.
    While growing up, she couldn’t wait until she was old enough to leave home and swore that she would return to her Connecticut hometown only for visits. She liked her teaching position at Duke University and was glad miles separated her from her parents. It was enough to see her father occasionally on CNN whenever he was called to flaunt his expertise on foreign policies or to watch her mother on various talk shows like
Oprah
, where she would give her expert opinion about the workings of the human mind.
    A sound