Why is she smiling? She can’t want him.
He falls on the bed, taking her with him. She straddles his waist, and I lunge back, jutting my leg out and kicking the glass, hearing it shatter but not staying to survey the damage.
Let her move on if that’s what she wants.
I will, too, and everything will be done.
Bolting out of the house, I jump in my car and head back to my hotel in Chicago, where my team is racing.
I’ll forget her.
I try to forget her.
But I don’t.
I didn’t know when she started seeing that guy, but I knew one thing. She was back in the game before I was.
“Gavin,” Madoc remembered. “She tried to move on after you left. They dated for a couple of months, but then she broke things off.” He looked me dead in the eyes, but I didn’t want details.
“I don’t care,” I maintained. I didn’t want his name or the name of anyone else she’d been seeing.
But Madoc pushed on. “She’s been single for over a year, Jared,” he pointed out. “She wasn’t over you, so she cut things off with him when she realized she’d tried to jump back in too fast. It took her a long time to heal, but she needed to try to move on with her life.” He looked at Jax and then back at me. “She only recently started dating someone again,” he said quietly.
I cast an angry glance at him but kept my voice low.
“Who?”
“She started seeing Ben Jamison over spring break.”
Jesus. Ben Jamison?
“As far as I know, though,” Madoc continued, “they’re taking it slow. It’s not serious yet.”
I noticed Pasha staring, unblinking, at the spectacle before her.
“What are you staring at?” I growled.
She popped a gummy candy in her mouth. “This is better than TV.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, forcing my breathing to calm down as I dipped my head. “If she wants him,” I told Madoc and Jax in a calm tone, “then let her be with him.”
Madoc let out a bitter laugh. “Take off your pants.”
I popped my head up. “Why?”
“Because I want to see what a man with a pussy looks like.”
Mother . . . I moved right into Madoc’s space, standing chest to chest and glaring down at him.
He fell back a step but stood strong, looking like he wanted to drive a hole through my head with his eyes.
Jax cut between us, pushing me back as I held Madoc’s stare.
“Pasha?” Jax stood in front of me, arms crossed over his chest and looking into my eyes as he spoke to my assistant. “Does my brother drive with a charm hanging on his rearview mirror?” he asked. “It has a thumbprint on it.”
I dropped my glare to Jax.
“Yeah,” she answered. “And it’s around his neck when he’s on his bike.”
Jax continued, his smug smirk pissing me off. “Does he avoid blondes like a preacher in a pink shirt?”
I swallowed, hearing Pasha’s snort. “Can’t stand ’em, actually,” she answered.
Jax continued, holding my eyes, “Does he have an almost unhealthy obsession with Seether? Specifically, the songs ‘Remedy’ and ‘Broken’?”
“I’m to make sure they’re on every playlist,” she shot back, repeating my directions to her.
Goddamn it.
Jax dipped his chin, eyeing me defiantly. “Now, we can spend weeks going back and forth. You want her. You hate her. You can’t live without her one day. You can’t stand her the next. And we’ll all be ready to strangle ourselves as you two go back and forth, but let me ask you this.” He raised his eyebrows expectantly. “What would you do if Tate was in her room right now, curled up in bed and wearing only a sheet? Where would you want to be?”
My face fell, but my body flooded with heat at the idea of her warm body curled up between the sheets.
He inhaled a deep breath, knowing he had my number. “We want everything the way it was,” he said firmly. “And so do you.”
I shook my head and turned around, away from their eyes.
Yeah, I was still attached to her. So what?
I was happy with my life.
Pretty happy, anyway.
I was the man I had set out to be for her when I left. With a job I loved, I was able to invest in my future and start my own business. The freedom to make decisions—to spend my days doing work I loved—gave me not only security but peace as well. I had the kids at the track, the work at the shop, and the time and resources to explore my ideas and passion. I was proud of how I spent my days and of the man I’d become.
But my brother was right.
She was and would always be the last image in my head when I fell asleep at night.
I turned around and dug my cell out of my pocket, deciding that he was right. No more fucking around.
“Call my accountant.” I tossed the phone to Pasha. “Buy the house.”
“Jared!” She scrambled off the grass, shock flaring in her eyes. “This house is going to cost everything you have!”
I did no more than raise an eyebrow at her. She held up her hands and looked away, shaking her head. She was pissed off, but she knew the argument was over.
I knew why she was worried, and she had every right to be. She’d put in a lot of work building me, my name, and my business up, and even though it wasn’t her money, she cared about my security. I really liked her for that.