Page 11 of All That Glitters
I didn’t believe him. He usually went camping and golfing with a few of the drivers and crew members between the end of the season and Christmas. He did none of that this time around. “Maybe seeing Ashton tomorrow will be a good thing.”
“You don’t believe that, do you?”
“Maybe. And why not? You said a few minutes ago that he’s your best friend.”
“Don’t use my words against me. I have no idea what he’ll be like and neither do you.”
Hale was afraid that Ashton blamed him and he could be right. Maybe Ashton would want some sort of revenge, to take his anger out on Hale, but that wouldn’t do either of them any good.
The only revenge to exact would be on the track and that could get Ashton suspended from the sport and injure one or both of them.
Of course, Hale never voiced any of that. It was just that sixth sense twins had that told me what he was feeling more than anything.
I had to believe that Ashton was looking for an explanation from Hale, looking for Hale’s side of what happened, especially since all of us had grown up racing together and there’d never been any kind of accident like the one between them back in the summer.
“Do you still like him?”
The question caught me off guard and I turned wary eyes on him. “What are you talking about?”
“Don’t even… And you’re blushing.”
I shut my gaze away from him and shook my head. “Shut up.”
“Tell me.”
“Hale…” I sighed and slumped back on the couch. “How did you know?”
“I’ve always known. Brax has, too. Mom and Dad. Probably even Ashton.”
I groaned and covered my face with both hands. I knew it was a possibility that Hale and Brax would see it, figure it out… But my parents? Ashton?
“Will you ever tell him?”
“No.”
“You should.”
“No.”
“Now who’s scared?”
“Damn straight. I will take how I feel about Ashton to the grave.”
“Why?”
“Because you know how he is with women. The same one never makes it to the next race.
“Maybe there’s a reason for that.”
“There is. Ashton Glitterati is a slut and has been since y’all lost your virginity to those three women in Vegas. So, let’s just drop it, okay.”
I felt his eyes on me, his surprise. He didn’t think I’d known about that weekend.
“Now who’s blushing?”
He lifted his hands in surrender.
“Okay. We’ll drop it. For now.”
