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He laughed. It was good to see him lighten up.
“Come on, Harrison. Let’s get you home.”
“What if I don’t want to go home just yet?” Desire returned to his eyes. And she loved teasing that desire.
“Well I need to drop you off somewhere. Once I do that, the only thing left to do is the fucking.”
Neil jumped off his chair and grabbed her hand, pulling her toward the door.
Chapter Seven
Neil stared out the window of the truck as Carson drove them back to the site. He’d done exactly what he hadn’t wanted to do. He’d opened up. But he should have known that Carson wasn’t the type of person to hold his past against him. She believed in him. A lot more than he believed in himself.
When they pulled up to the site, a group of vans were parked along the road. People milled about the entrance that was sealed off with a chain link fence until the grand opening. A security detail had been positioned inside the compound for safety.
But these weren’t just any people, they held microphones and cameras. The press. What the hell were they doing here?
“Uh, Neil…” Carson pulled up as far as she could and put the truck in park.
“Let me handle this.”
Neil jumped out of the cab and penetrated the group.
“The grand opening of the site is in a couple of weeks. I’m sure you can appreciate that until then, we aren’t in the position to accommodate interviews.”
Neil banged on the fence and got the attention of the security guard who got out of his car to open the entrance. Neil turned and walked back to the truck.
“Mr. Harrison?” A reporter walked up to him. “Is it true that you’re involved in an illegal street racing ring?”
He stopped short and turned. “Excuse me?”
The reporter continued. “It’s been reported that last night you were arrested and detained for street racing.” How the fuck did the press know about his arrest?
The driver’s side door opened and Carson stepped out. Her eyes locked on his.
Another reporter weaseled in and asked, “How long have you been involved in street racing?”
“Did your mother know you were into illegal activities?”
“Are you aware of the annual casualties caused by street racing?”
The questions bombarded him from all sides.
Anger percolated just under his skin at the mention of his mother. But he would remain calm. Instead of lashing out he fisted his hands at his side.
A reporter stepped out of the crowd. “What if you had killed someone?”
He heard Carson gasp from the other side of the truck. The look on her face told him more than she had the entire time they had spent together. Her involvement in this racing world was deeper than she let on and it was time for her to come clean.
“Are you two an item?” A microphone was shoved in his face and it was the last straw. He was like a teapot ready to boil over, ready to explode. And this time he couldn’t hold it in.
He pushed the rep
orter out of his way.
“Neil!” Carson shouted, but it barely registered.
The man stumbled backward running into the cameraman who almost lost his grip. Great. Now they have footage of him assaulting a reporter. Way to keep the focus on the restaurant.
