“But he is Ellis’s dad. I have to make this work.”
“I know, I know, and I want that for Ellis. But you’restressing about it and you shouldn’t. He will fuck it up long before you do. I’m not holding out much hope on the bloke.”
If only he knewwhyI was stressing. It’s definitely not because of Ellis.
“Speak of the devil,” Joey mutters.
I snap my eyes to his and he nods in the rearview mirror. I turn in my seat and spot the Bentley behind us.
“Balls.”
Joey indicates and pulls into the curb. “You can’t drop me here!” I watch in horror as the Bentley pulls in behind us.
“That’s the gym, isn’t it?” He frowns as he watches Mason park behind us. “What’s he doing?”
“He works just up the road.” Damn it, this is fucking perfect. Trust today of all days for him to drive himself to work. Where’s Vinny?
“Why’s he stopping there?” Joey asks.
“I don’t know, Joey.”
“He can’t park there. It’s short stay only.”
I grab my bag and go to get out of the car. “Do you need a lift home?” he asks.
“No, I’ll run back tonight. Thank you for this morning.”
He waits for me to climb from his car before driving off. I lick my lips, hoping Mason is out of his car and gone already, but not daring to look over my shoulder to check. I take one step in the direction of the gym doors and a horn blares.
I close my eyes and count to five, then take another step.
It sounds again, this time over and over in short succession, as if the executor is a total prick. Reluctantly, I spin, andwhat would you know? He sits looking out the windscreen at me, his arm resting on his door and his pointer finger running over his lips.
Prick.
He crooks his finger, summoning me.
I walk to the passenger side window and wait for him to undo it. “Get in,” he mouths.
“What? No.”
“Get in now.” I can’t hear him fully, but his lips move with warning.
“Open the window, Mason!” People stare as I stand yelling at him through the glass.
He sits, waiting.
Fuming mad, I wrench open the door, dropping into the seat and then slamming it shut as hard as I can. The windows shake with the force.
“Trying to mess up my caragain?” He glares.
Trust him to throw that in my face. My gaze flicks over him quickly, his woodsy scent making me heady and stupid for him. “What do you want?”
“Why are you here?” he asks, his eyes raking down my body.
“Seriously? That’s all you wanted.”
“You’re going to the gym?” He tips his chin in question. “Where’s Ellis?”
