One thing Cam had learned when he started moving north: when winter came, motorcycles just didn't cut it. If it had just been the cold, he'd have coped. There were ways around it - heated seats, heated handgrips, even heated vests. The problem was the rain, the snow, the ice, and other drivers' reaction times. He loved his bike, but he also loved being able to breathe unassisted and have full control of all his appendages.

For those reasons, and once he'd gotten a job and decided to stay awhile, he'd searched for and found a vintage Jeep and tuned it up, bumped up the cover and heaters, and called it good. It also, he thought now as he pulled up in front of Lee's house, came in handy for the occasional date.

Flowers in hand, he made his way to her door and knocked.

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.

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