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“Yeah,” I said. “I’m ready.”

Cody looked at me like he thought I was crazy, his sandwich momentarily forgotten. Then he nodded like he accepted what he saw. “Good,” he said and went back to his lunch.

I closed the fridge and leaned against the counter and thought about what I actually needed to do next. The legal angle on the Front Street properties was going to take time to fully develop. I needed to get my own lawyers looking at those covenants before Judd’s people found a workaround. I needed to keep working on the other investors.

And I needed to talk to Summer.

There were a lot of decisions that had to be made and she should be part of the process.

“So, I’m thinking I should leave the Porsche in the garage,” Cody said around a mouthful.

I smirked. “Probably.”

“When you going to get the car fixed?”

“I’m going to let it sit for a bit.”

“Why?”

“A reminder.”

“It’ll rust, especially in this environment.” He was right.

“I’ll call a body shop.”

“Should we prepare for eggs next? You wore them so well last time.”

I laughed. “Little brother, they’re going to love us. It’s the big bad wolf we need to be prepared for. And I don’t think he’s going to be tossing eggs at us.”

CHAPTER 35

SUMMER

“Whoa,” Capri said. “What is going on? Is your phone blowing up?”

I pulled it from my back pocket and saw the neighborhood Facebook and Instagram accounts were flooded with notifications.

“It’s a video,” she said. “Something about Colt.”

I squeezed my eyes closed, hoping like hell he hadn’t changed his mind. Or worse, I hoped he hadn’t been the victim of more vandalism.

I looked at the frozen image of him standing on a sidewalk I recognized immediately. City Hall. Good god, that man was fine. He was dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt that showed off that perfect chest. His sunglasses were pushed up on his head.

Capri pushed play. “My name is Colt Anderson,” he said.

“Oh, I know who you are,” Capri breathed.

“Shh,” I said.

She shushed and we both leaned in. I watched him talk, and because I knew him so well, I knew he was speaking the truth. He was talking to me. About me. My heart practically jumped into my throat.

Capri looked at me. I didn’t look back. I kept my eyes on the phone screen and pressed my lips together. Did I want to tell her it was me? Obviously she’d figured it out.

“Summer Banks,” Capri said softly.

“What?”

She pointed at the screen. “That man is talking about you.Toyou.”