AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The sharp pain of losing his own mother surfaced. Ruthlessly, he pushed it away.
‘The team are wondering how Rafael is,’ Sasha said, drawing him away from his disturbing thoughts.
‘Just the team?’
She shrugged. ‘We’re all concerned.’
‘Yes, I know. His condition hasn’t changed. I’ve updated Russell. He’ll pass it on to the team.’
He didn’t want to talk about his brother. Because speaking of Rafael would only remind him of why this woman who made the best sandwich he’d ever tasted was sitting in front of him.
‘How is your father holding up?’
He didn’t want to talk about his father either.
Recalling his father’s desolation, Marco shoved away his plate. ‘He watched his son crash on live TV. How do you think he’s doing?’
A flash of concern darkened her blue eyes. ‘Does he … does he know about me?’ she asked in a small voice.
‘Does he know the cause of his son’s crash is the same person taking his seat?’ He laughed. ‘Not yet.’
He wasn’t sure why he’d kept that information from his father. It certainly had nothing to do with wondering if his brother’s version of events was completely accurate, despite Rafael’s voice ringing in his head … She’s the one, Marco.
Sasha’s gaze sought his, the look into them almost imploring. ‘I didn’t cause him to crash, Marco.’
Frustrated anger seared his chest. ‘Didn’t you?’
She shook her head and the knot finally gave up its fight. Dark, silky tresses cascaded over her naked shoulders and everything inside Marco tightened. It was the first time he’d seen it down, and despite the fury rolling through him the sudden urge to sink his fingers into the glossy mass, feel its decadent luxury, surged like fire through his veins.
‘Then what did? Something must have happened to make him imagine that idiotic move would stick.’
Her lips pursed. The look in her eyes was reluctant. Then she sighed. ‘I saw him just before the race. He was arguing with Raven.’
Marco frowned. ‘Raven Blass? His physio?’
She nodded. ‘I tried to approach him but he walked away. I thought I’d leave him to cool off and talk to him again after the race.’
Marco’s muttered expletive made her brows rise, but he was past caring. He strode into the alcove that held his extensive wine collection. ‘I need a drink. White or red?’
‘I shouldn’t. I had a beer earlier.’ She tucked a silky strand behind one ear.
Watching the movement, he found several incredibly unwise ideas crowding his brain. Reaching out, he grabbed the nearest bottle. ‘I don’t like drinking alone. Have one with me.’
Her smile caused the gut-clenching knot to tighten further. ‘Is the great Marco de Cervantes admitting a flaw?’
‘He’s admitting that his brother drives him loco.’ He grabbed two crystal goblets.
‘Fine. I was going to add another twenty minutes to my workout regime to balance out the incredible tapas I had earlier. I’ll make it an even half-hour.’
Marco’s gaze glided over her. ‘You’re hardly in bad shape.’
Another sweet, feminine laugh tumbled from her lips, sparking off a frenzied yearning.
‘Charlie would disagree with you. Apparently my body mass index is way below acceptable levels.’
Marco uncorked the wine, thinking perhaps Charlie needed his eyes examined. ‘How long is your daily regime?’
‘Technically three hours, but Charlie keeps me at it until I’m either screaming in agony or about to pass out. He normally stops once I’m thoroughly dripping in sweat.’
