She wraps her fingers around my wrist and tugs me to the center of the floor. Confusion backs my every step, but who am I to deny a damsel in distress?
I could use a distraction–one that takes my thoughts of Vanstone Racing and pushes them all the way to the back of my skull.
The auburn-haired girl’s hands land on my shoulders, but her eyes flit off in a different direction, like she’s looking for someone.
Or hiding from someone?
I’m not sure which.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
She briefly looks at me. “Quinn.”
“I’m Ro…” I pause. “I’m Pierce.”Just in case.
Quinn says nothing. Her attention moves past me to continue her search efforts.
I lean closer. “Who are we looking for?”
She scoffs. “No one important.”
Well, alrighty, then.
I’m fine with being her cover for the night, I guess.
She stiffens in my arms, and pure revolution whisks over her face.
Oh, hell.
She’s found her target somewhere behind me, and if I’m not careful, I may be caught in between a rock and a hard place.
A hand unexpectedly lands on me, andyep, here we go.
I spin around, prepared to talk myself out of whatever this is, but I’m met with a familiar face. It takes Beck Halston half a second to realize that I’m familiar to him too.
What are the fucking chances? Is this fate? Or maybe karma?
I signed a contract to race for Vanstone—which by default means I’ll be working with the entire Halston family—no more than six hours prior, and now I’m face to face with the youngest son who has already made the headlines for his hot-headed, impulsive behavior.
This hasto be some sort of test.
Beck bares his teeth at me. “Oh, hell no,” he growls.
The heavy blow to my jaw is followed by a sharp sting. I reach up and grab my face, opening and closing my mouth a couple of times.
He must know I can’t hit him back.
I should have amended that part of the contract.
“Beck! What the fuck?” The pretty auburn, clearly involved with Beck, puts herself in between us. She places her hands on his chest and shoves him backward.
“Do you know who he is?” He points at me with pure hatred in his eyes.
I’ll eat that look for breakfast, thank you very much.
“Beck! Jesus Christ!”
My shoulders tense.
