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Cam hummed to himself as he fiddled with the insides of the woman's car while he waited for it to cool down. It wasn't going to take long considering the air temp had to be somewhere in the forties. But, as he'd explained to the poor, harrassed woman, cars could still overheat in the dead of winter. It took some doing, and he was pretty sure there was more wrong with the engine than just a lack of coolant. So he'd told the woman he'd tinker away at it while she went for the liquid.

He'd offered to go on his bike to get it, but she'd insisted that she needed the walk to get rid of her mad at herself and since she knew the town, she'd be back in a flash.

She wasn't, he knew, going to like what he had to say about her engine, though, and that he could get her home, but that she'd be dropping a fair amount in the very near future if she didn't just scrap the car altogether.

Still. He had his hands in an engine, the sun was shining, and life was pretty damned good.

Find Cam on a road leading towards Siren Cove tinkering in a non-descript sedan on the side of the road, his vintage motorcycle parked behind it.