“Dash almost got Lennon killed in an illegal street race. Luckily, Lennon’s driving skills saved her. But it didn’t keepthem from being arrested and causing a huge PR nightmare. The charges were dropped, but it almost tanked Lennon’s career and only seemed to boost Dash’s. He has the ‘bad boy’ reputation in the racing world from what I understand. Your dad was beyond furious.”
“How long ago was this race?” I ask, feeling like I should remember something so big.
“Probably about a year and a half ago.”
I remain silent until Hendrix calls me.
“London?”
“I’m here. I’m just thinking.”
“Listen, it’s getting late, and you need your rest. Don’t try to overdo it. And don’t get upset; the glimpses you’re getting will eventually turn into a whole picture.”
“Should you be making promises like that?”
I can almost hear the smile in his voice. “I didn’t say the words ‘I promise,’ I simply have faith in you and what you’re capable of. I know what you can do when you set your mind to something.”
“I’m at my apartment.” I’m not sure why I divulge this detail, but I do.
“Alone?” he asks quickly.
“I am.”
“Can I come and see you?”
“I’m not so sure that’s such a good idea,” I answer honestly.
“I can stay on the couch. I’m not sure you can move around your apartment without help. Especially in your wheelchair with a busted-up leg and shoulder.”
“Is that medical terminology?” I ask laughing.
“Close enough,” he responds with a light-hearted chuckle.
“I guess you have a point. I just needed to get away from my parents. I feel like I’m suffocating,” I admit.
“Okay, give me about twenty minutes and I’ll be there.”
I smile even though I still don’t think it’s a good idea.
“Okay.”
I must have dozed off because the next thing I know, Hendrix is standing over me and I gasp.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. I’ve only been here for a few minutes and saw you on the couch.”
I rub my eyes. “How’d you get in?”
He pulls his keys from his pocket and holds one up.
“That makes sense,” I say as I try to sit up.
He helps me get situated. Then he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear before putting some distance between us.
“Do you want to watch a movie or something?” I ask.
He glances at his watch. “It’s almost nine.”
“I don’t care. We can eat popcorn and pretend I didn’t bury my twin today,” I deadpan.
