“Wow. That’s big.” My shoulders drop as disappointment floods me. Why would Mase not tell me? “What’s his appointment for tomorrow?”
“Blood tests, I think he said. He refused to have me sit and wait the full two hours, so I said I would drop him off and meet you. If you were free.”
Two hours for blood tests? That seems like a long time.
I jolt forward in the seat, my body lurching into the steering wheel before it’s thrown back into the leather.
“What? Nina? What was that noise?”
“Oh my god!” I panic, looking over the steering wheel to see the bonnet crumpled.
“Nina?”
“Scarlet.”
“No… Nina. Tell me you haven’t?”
“Fuck, Scarlet,” I cry.
“You haven’t, tell me you haven’t.”
“I have.”
* * *
“I expected worse.”Scarlet shrugs at me as the paramedic passes me a form.
I stare down at the front of Mason’s Bentley—which is now embedded in the back of a black cab.
Luckily it was empty and the driver is fine.
“Worse? How does this get any worse?” My phone rings for the sixteenth time and I reject the call.
“I will call him,” she states, pulling out her phone.
I stare at her wide-eyed, shaking my head at her. “Scar, no!”
“Mason. I’m with Nina.”
I palm my forehead, wondering whether I should start running now.
* * *
My stomach rollsas the Audi approaches, and I’m surprised I manage to stay on my feet. I can’t believe I crashed his car. His Bentley.
My body shakes with adrenaline, and I know I’m only moments away from tears. My emotions bubble to boiling point when I see him step from the car.
He doesn’t say a word to anyone. He strides across the asphalt, walking past the Bentley as if it’s not even there—broken.
Jesus, I crashed his car.
My feet leave the ground as he wraps his arms around me, shaking his head as it burrows deep into my neck. “What are you trying to do to me, Pix.”
“I’m so sorry. Your car. I don’t know wha—”
“The car doesn’t matter,” he says, pulling back and shaking his head. “Why didn’t you call me? It’s been over an hour since you texted me.”
“I thought you’d be mad.”
