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Josh Kincaid hadn’t particularly enjoyedhis brief period of pseudo-fame as a minor social media celebrity. So when it all came crashing down around him, he wasn’t bothered by the loss.
What did bother him was a single, confusing comment he saw, right before he deleted his account.He’s married to the Fischer Racing heiress, you know. That bothered him a lot.
Because he wasn’t married. He had been, for two short weeks, three years ago. Before her father demanded an annulment and she agreed that their brief, fiery love affair wasn’t as real as Josh had thought.
It ended as quickly as it began.
And then he set about constructing a new life for himself. One that was all about cars, and hard work, and definitely no women. He moved back to his hometown of Pine Harbour. He bought a garage and spent time with his family. Watched his brothers fall in love and get married.
He filled all the empty bits of his day by creating content. He shoved the busy work of recording video into any free moments around his work in the garage and his hard early morning runs and his far-too-aggressive training schedule for his beer-league soccer teams.
Making content about car restoration was how he avoided having to think about just how one-note and lonely his life post-Monica had become. He was busy, he told himself.
You had a wife for two weeks and you ran away from her.
Well, he hadn’t run. He’d accepted her regret as palpable and real, and then put as much distance between them as he needed to take his next breath.
So of course, it was another woman who had been the linchpin of his most recent humiliation.No, not the woman.His visible interest in Wynona Wheels, aka Sexy Car Grrl.Thathad been the linchpin.
Joke was on her jealous boyfriend, because Josh hadn’t been that interested. It just appeared that way to people on the internet, who latched onto the supposed chemistry and “shipped” them. It didn’t take long before a ReboundJosh hashtag was trending. Utter disaster.
And it was absurd. He wasn’t going to be anyone’s rebound anything. He hadn’t even rebounded himself, and it had been three years. He was hardly qualified to be a bouncy landing pad for a stranger’s broken heart. Also, she lived on the other side of the continent, and if there was one place Josh Kincaid would never go again in his life, it was sunny California.
It had started innocently enough. They made similar content, had common fans. People tagged them in each other’s videos. So when she broke up with her boyfriend, he played along with the joke that he could be her rebound guy—at first. Which was a mistake.
Now that it had all blown up, he could see the missteps. The truth was probably that he’d gotten distracted. She had the type of gig he wanted. The big garage, the team of people working on restorations. The real business to go along with the social media fame, which paid almost nothing.
Josh wanted all of that so badly he could taste it.
And he wasn’t even close, no matter how good he made things look online. His garage? It mostly did oil changes and brake pad replacements for locals. The restorations he did? Half of them were for his brothers. And his slick-looking merchandise store online barely paid for new running shoes every month.
Or it did until the internet decided he wasn’t just a fun rebound option, but actually the reason Wynona had left her boyfriend. And then the tide of online opinion turned against him.
He had never met the woman.
He wouldn’t be blamed for the downfall of yet another California racing world princess, especially when the piranhas in the comments figured out his connection to Monica Fischer.
He’s married to the Fischer Racing heiress, you know.
Except, according to some papers he signed, that marriage had been erased from the record. And he wasn’t about to argue with the trolls.
So he deleted his TikTok account.
Then he checked the backlog of messages left by local customers, because oil changes and brake pad changes might not be sexy, but they paid the bills.
And he replied to the group chat with his brothers, confirming that yes, he knew about the party on Saturday at the marina across the street.
Yes, he would be there. He’d close the garage for a few hours and celebrate the remarkable happiness of yet another Kincaid brother getting hitched.
All of them but him.
His own nuptials had been short-lived and disastrous. Not to be repeated. But he was genuinely happy for Seth and January, who had found their way back to each other after twenty years apart.
Maybe seventeen years from now, Monica will reappear…
He barked a cold, hard laugh at his empty garage.
