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He stands up a little straighter at that, his shoulders going back as if this was his silent question all along. And he just got his answer. “Fine.”
He grabs his shirt and leaves after pulling it on, without looking back. And I sit back on the edge of the bed.
The answer was the wrong one, but I’ll never be as brave as Sebastian Harris. And it eats away at me.
8
SEBASTIAN
“Shit!” My car slams into the wall just as Axel’s slams into mine. I’m pissed off. The race did not go to plan, and I was lagging in third most of the damn day, but I had it. I was right fucking there on the last lap, and then of fucking course, Axel got in my way.
I climb out of my car, pissed the hell off and seeing red, just as Axel comes barreling into me, his helmet ripped off. “You motherfucker. You couldn’t stand to see me win, so you wreck us both?”
“Oh, hell no.” I pull my helmet off and get right into his face. “That was all you. I had it. I was right there. You clipped my car.”
“Bullshit.” My ass hits the hood of my car as he bears down on me, looking nearly feral. Guys get into pissing matches all the time out here, but I’m usually waiting at the finish line while the assholes duke it out. But not today.
Last night did not go well.
The sex was good, like it always is with this prick with wild, rageful eyes. Usually is. But afterward, when I told him what I consider the best news I’ve had in a while, he had to do his best to talk me out of it. To make me feel like shit.
And it carried over to today.
I’m in a terrible mood. My head wasn’t in the race, and I blame him.
Axel fucking Lennon.
Why can’t he be the guy I know he is? Just once.
Maybe it’s all my fault though. It seems I’ve built him into someone he isn’t in my head. Maybe to condone starting this up with him. I don’t know.
He looks seconds away from throwing a punch, and goddammit, I want it. Maybe then, I can be finished with him. My mind will move on.
“You just couldn’t stand to see me win.” He’s glaring at me, his stance threatening, but I’m not afraid.
“Right. I wrecked us both just to keep you from winning. Why don’t you pull your head out of your ass? Maybe you weren’t paying attention.”
He flinches at that, and for a moment, I think I’m right. He has laser focus out on the track though. Always has, and I’m not naive enough to think he was thinking about anything other than racing today.
He’s not capable of it.
“Everyone okay?” We both turn our heads as Cash and Jenny approach with the crew that comes out when we wreck.
I nod at Cash, but Axel’s eyes remain on me until Jenny walks over to us, her heels clicking on the pavement as she leans in close to him. “Either hit him or back away. Because you look like you want to fuck him right now, and if you don’t want other people to pick up on that, I suggest you back up.”
That finally gains his attention. His eyes widen as he looks around at the crowd that’s so loud it nearly hurts my ears, although he looks like he just realized they were there. He steps back, pushing his hand through his hair as Jenny smiles at me, crossing over to stand at my side.
“You okay?”
I nod once, not thrilled my new agent just told him to hit me. But I suppose she was going for the shock factor. “I’m fine.”
“You’re supposed to stay in the car. Let them check it out,” Cash says to both Axel and me.
“We’re fine,” Axel grumbles.
Cash doesn’t argue with him, and we both walk away in different directions, heading to our respective trailers to get changed and lick our wounds.
The adrenaline starts to wear off, and I’m feeling the wreck, but luckily the copious amount of safety gear did its job.
