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11 “Would you hand me that wrench?” Bennett asked his brother-in-law. “Sure,” Dave replied, passing the tool over the bicycle frame. Bennett had arrived at his sister’s home in Summer Beach early this morning as he’d arranged with Dave. He’d forgone his usual sunrise run, telling Ivy that Dave needed help with a project. After smuggling the tandem bike here the other day, he’d collected all the materials he needed to repair it. Dave’s man-cave garage was equipped with every sort of tool they’d need. From the black-and-white checkerboard floor to the neon car signs on the wall, the garage was the perfect place to work on this surprise for Ivy. The scent of motor oil and pancakes filled the air. Wearing an old T-shirt and faded jeans, Bennett felt like he was sixteen again, working in hi