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“It’s about your car.”
Relief hit her immediately. She wasn’t sure what she imagined he was about to say, but given the events of the last few days, a scratch on her car would barely even register on her stress radar.
“This is really stupid.” He turned to face her and rubbed at his jaw. “When Leo and Damian heard you had a Porsche they wanted to drive it. And … well they’re kind of immature sometimes. But they were really excited about the car…”
Allie wrinkled her nose, trying to figure out why Hugh was so stressed. “Did someone crash my car?”
“No. The car’s fine. We just took it for a drive. Not very far.”
“That’s what you’re nervous about telling me?”
“Yeah. Sorry.”
Her lips pulled to a bemused smile. “It’s a car. It’s designed to be driven. Also, it’s a really cool car.”
“Yeah.” He tilted his head. “You’re not annoyed?”
“No. Were you really worried about telling me that?”
Hugh flopped back against the couch. “I think I spend half of my life worrying about things I don’t need to worry about.”
“It’s kind of sweet that you were worried about that.” She trailed her fingers down the side of his face, and he rolled his head to look at her. “I actually wanted to talk to you about my car too,” she said hesitantly.
“What about it?”
She took a deep breath. “I imagine you were wondering how I could afford a car like that on a waitress’s wage and I wanted to explain. It was actually given to me …”
Hugh didn’t look at all surprised, only mildly curious. “I kind of guessed that, since you said your dad owns golf courses. Also, Kevin suggested the waitressing job is just to prove some kind of point or something?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m guessing your dad bought you the car?”
Allie screwed her features up and shook her head. “My dad didn’t buy me the car,” she said, deciding to tackle one matter at a time.
Hugh’s eyes narrowed. “An ex?”
“No!” She glared at him. “Why do you assume there must be a man who bought me the car? Maybe I worked hard for it.”
“You just said it was given to you. It sounded like a gift …”
“Sorry.” She frowned. “I’m not explaining well. The car was given to me as kind of a sponsorship deal.” She grimaced, realising she needed to get to the point. “I used to play golf professionally.”
Hugh looked thoughtful. “That’s cool.”
“Yes. It was.”
“And Porsche sponsored you?”
“Kind of … Actually, not really. I did have some great sponsorship deals over the years, but I also had a huge social media following.”
“I’m a bit lost,” Hugh said, puffing his cheeks out.
“Alongside my golfing career, I studied Digital and Social Media. I built a huge social media following for my golf career. It wasn’t just about golf. There was also lifestyle and fashion.”
“On social media?” He blinked a few times. “So you were like an influencer or something?”
“Exactly. It got to the point where I could just mention that I needed a new coffee machine and I’d have five companies offering to send me one.”
“And you posted that you wanted a Porsche?” He looked dubious.
“Pretty much.” She grinned. “There was a little more to it than that. It was the height of my golfing career and I had a huge tournament coming up. There’d been a lot of publicity around it, so I thought I’d try my luck. I wrote a post saying I was researching environmentally friendly ways to get to the tournament. I tagged a few car companies about their electric cars, not really expecting much from it.”
