It had only taken him a few minutes to change her flat tire, but he had to admit he was more than a little intrigued by what really happened on the side of the road.Whatever it was, it wasn’t an ordinary blowout or even a nail that had flattened a brand-new tire. Frankly, it looked as though someone had stabbed it with a knife. But why would anyone do that?Or why did she do it?He remembered her dramatic exit out of Nicolino’s and how she didn’t even glance his way. Gone was the earlier flirtation and in its place was a marching Amazon giving him the cold shoulder.Was it possible that she’d been jealous of his brother’s so-called birthday gift? He considered the possibility, but then dismissed it as wishful thinking.Well, maybe not so wishful since it was now clear that Michael Adams needed psychiatric help.Minutes later, he pulled into Michael’s driveway and watched her as she climbed out of her car. She gave him a short wave as she slipped a purse strap over her shoulder and then turned and headed toward the front door.“Once she’s inside, put the pedal to the metal,”
