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“I might be,” he muttered before he climbed to his feet to open the door. “Hey.” He waved Mason inside.
Mason jutted his chin at me as he walked in. “You two look serious. Am I interrupting?”
He and I had been talking about what I should do about Watson. About if I should tell him about us being together or wait to see if he remembered on his own.
“Nah, we’re good. You said Miles was looking for us?” Watson shrugged everything off like nothing had happened. Like we weren’t just having this huge discussion or that it didn’t feel like we might rip one another’s clothes off.
Mason nodded. “We should head down to the track. All of us.”
***
Watson was absolutely miserable all weekend long, not being able to race his car. I’d be a liar if I wasn’t trying to avoid being alone with him as much as possible. But it almost seemed like he was doing the same. When I ran into Carson Carey after qualifying on Saturday afternoon and he suggested we go out for a couple of drinks, I agreed faster than I should have. Probably not the smartest idea I ever had, but I couldn’t bear the thought of going back to the RV and finding Watson with some stupid pit bunny. Once we ordered a couple of beers and found a booth, I found myself wondering if I should I at least text Watson and make sure he was okay. It wouldn’t hurt, right?
“So,” Carson smiled at me from across the table. “How’s this new boyfriend of yours?”
I grimaced. “Complicated.” Not a complete lie. My eyes kept going to the door like I wanted to make an exit.
“Really? You seemed so over the moon before. Did something happen? Does that mean I have a chance now?” he teased. “Holt?”
I didn’t even hear him because right at that exact moment, Watson walked in. With not one, but two girls, and I felt like I might be sick. What did I expect would happen? A blonde, and a brunette hung off him. Watson looked amazing with his hair styled to perfection, his collared shirt hugging his shoulders and chest just right. The tan he had managed to gain over the past couple of days looked even darker. He spotted me at that moment, a smile spreading over his handsome face and, of course, he made a beeline to where we sat.
“Bro!” he exclaimed. “Wait, are you on a date?” His dark eyes bounced between Carson and me.
I shook my head. “Not a date,” I assured him.
“Kind of looks like a date.” Watson smirked. “Carson, is this a date?” He wiggled his brows.
Carson’s eyes went wide. “Uh, no. Holt has a boyfriend, and it’s not me.” Oh, shit.
“You have a boyfriend?” Watson asked. “How come you didn’t tell me?” He removed his arms from around the two girls. “Ladies, will you excuse me for just a minute?” He moved to slide into the booth next to me. “Who the fuck is this boyfriend? Is he why you moved out? Does he live with you?” he growled.
My stomach dropped. “Watson, can we maybe do this another time?” I whispered.
“Sure, why the fuck not, H? We can do it another time. You want to pencil me into your very busy schedule because you don’t seem to have time for me anymore? Your own brother. The guy you claim is your best friend, but I clearly can’t be, since I didn’t even know you had a boyfriend,” he roared.
Carson started to get up.
“Oh, no, stay. I’m the one who isn’t wanted. Holt doesn’t tell me shit. He avoids me, gets his own place. Goes out with you and not me during race weekends.” Watson moved out of the booth. “You know, maybe I should get my own fucking RV. That would save you from having to see me at all, right? Or, hey, I have an idea. Why don’t you find another team to work on? Be a tire carrier for someone else when I’m cleared to drive again. Maybe Mason or maybe Carson here. Then we won’t have to see each other ever. I think that would be a great idea.” His nostrils flared as he stared at me.
“Watson.”
“Don’t you fucking Watson me, Holt. I can tell when I’m not wanted. I’m not that stupid,” he seethed and then stomped away from the table over to where his dates were waiting for him.
My eyes dropped to my half full glass of beer. “I’m sorry you had to hear that,” I mumbled to Carson. When he didn’t answer, I glanced up to find concern in his face.
“I’m going to ask you something and I hope that you don’t take this the wrong way when I do. Is Watts your boyfriend?” he asked.
I started to open my mouth to object, but Carson shook his head.
“It makes a lot of sense now that I think about it. How jealous he was when he came back to your RV to find me there. How close the two of you are. I get it now. But why aren’t you two together?” He titled his head.
I dragged a hand down my face. “Watson doesn’t remember.” I felt my chin start to tremble. “He... Shit.” I reached for a napkin as a few tears slipped out. “He remembers when Jones hit me with his car, but that’s it. The doctors said his might memory come back in time, but...” I dared to look over at where Watson sat, both girls flanking his side, and I was surprised to find him watching me with burning hatred in his eyes. “It hurts, Carson.” I whispered.
“I bet it does. You look like someone just ran over your dog, man. Go to him.”
I shook my head. “I can’t.”
“That’s absurd, Holt. Do you love him?”
