“Why?”

“You have an SUV. Slashing a tire for that vehicle isn’t easy. I want to see the tire to determine what type of instrument was used—knife, blade, box cutter or whatever.”

“I see.”

“What about jealous girlfriends, or the boyfriends of ex-girlfriends?” Brody asked.

“None.”

Brody raised his brow. “None?”

“None.”

“Are you saying you haven’t dated women?” Brody inquired.

“Not your typical definition of dating.”

Sawyer chuckled. “In other words, Brody, Kaegan and the women had an understanding of just how deep their commitment level went.”

“I’ll still need their names.”

“Only one woman living in Lafayette named Jodie Metcalf, but we haven’t been together for a while now,” Kaegan said. “More than over a year.”

“And since then?” Brody asked.

“No one, although I would admit a woman named Sasha Johnson was making a nuisance of herself by calling me. I blocked her number and then told her brother about how she got my number since it’s private.”

“Her brother?”

“Yes. Farley Johnson. He works for me as team lead on one of my boats. It seems Sasha got my number off his phone. He raked her over the coals about it, and I understand she got mad and left.”

“Left?”

“Yes. She moved back to where she came from.”

“Which was?”

“Some place in Texas.”

“Are you seeing anybody now, Kaegan?”

He nodded. “Yes. Bryce Witherspoon. She and I started seeing each other again on a serious level a week or so ago,” Kaegan said, making sure Brody understood the relationship he had with Bryce was different from the one he’d shared with Jodie. Bryce was different. In his mind she was his forever girl. He thought about the engagement ring he’d intended to give her ten years ago. A ring he still had.

“What about jealous ex-boyfriends of Bryce’s?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“We’ll find out when we talk to Bryce,” Sawyer said.

Kaegan didn’t particularly like the sound of that. “Is that necessary?”

“Yes,” Sawyer said. “I don’t plan to leave any stone unturned.”

“Anything else you can think of that might have happened recently?” Brody asked.

Kaegan rubbed his chin and said, “No. There is nothing that I can think of.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

BRYCE LOOKED AT the man walking by her side up the steps to her home. “I really enjoyed tonight, Kaegan. Everything was wonderful. Dinner, the music, the service—now I see why people come from miles around to the Lighthouse. It was truly a great experience.”

They reached her door. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

She didn’t say anything while she pulled her door key from her purse. She looked back up at him and asked, “Would you like to come in for coffee? Mom made blueberry pies and sent me one. I don’t mind sharing a slice or two with you.”

He chuckled. “Or maybe three? You know how much I love your mom’s blueberry anything.”

“Yes, I know,” she said, chuckling while opening the door to her home.

He followed her inside, and the minute the door closed behind them, he pulled her into his arms and his mouth swooped down on hers. The thought of pushing him away never entered her mind. She’d been anticipating this kiss all night.