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“No, I heard you, I just can’t take your car,” I explain, eyes bugging out of my head, because he must be insane to offer me his car, for any amount of time at all.
“I’m not giving it to you. I’m lending it to you. Big difference.”
“But… why?”
He sighs loudly, scrubbing his fingers over the stubble growing at his jawline.
“Listen, don’t be mad, but Milo kind of filled me in on your story when we talked the other day.”
His expression says that he’s waiting for me to lose my shit, so I have to know just what story Milo told him.
“My story?”
“Yeah, with your brother and your mom, and that she was sick.” He says, keeping it vague.
“Well, I don’t know what you think you know—”
“Hey,” he says, waving me off, “I’m not judging; I get it. I’d do whatever I had to do for my mom, too.” He starts to reach his hand out toward me in a soothing sort of gesture but pulls back when my eyes flashed down toward the movement.
Based on the lack of questions and his willingness to just lend me a car, I have to assume that neither he nor Milo know everything that went down with Eli and Mateo that day.
“Listen, I appreciate the gesture, but I can’t—”
“You need the money, right?” He cuts me off.
“Excuse me?” My eyebrows shoot up my forehead and I’m literally less than five seconds away from laying into this guy if he thinks for one second, he’s going to stick his nose into my financial business.
“I know you need money, and I doubt you would ever accept a handout, right?”
“I wouldn’t, and I’m not. So, I don’t see what you’re getting at here.” I deadpan, ready to shut this conversation down.
“So, this is the only other thing I could think of.”
I narrow my eyes, taking in his expression and not seeing any of the asshole I saw the other day.
“I don’t understand.”
“You said I had no clue what I’d cost you the night of the accident, and I didn’t. But I think I have a better idea now.”
I’m honestly shocked for a moment that he even remembers what I said. Or that he cares enough to try to further help me out.
“So?” I say, crossing my arms and pursing my lips, but quickly relaxing them after his eyes drop to take in the movement.
“So,” he lifts his eyes again to meet mine, “borrow one of my cars.”
One of his cars? Of course, this guy would have more than one vehicle. I mean, I assume the Nissan from that night is still being serviced, but he means to tell me that aside from that one, the Honda I saw at the track last week, and this Subaru, he has others? There’s a pretentious little shithead under those cool blue eyes. I just know it.
“You want me to borrow your car?”
“Yes,” he answers simply.
“And do what?” I unhook my arms, and they fly out to my sides wildly.
“Race it.”
“What?”
I stop dead, watching as the smile on his face widens and his eyes gleam in the sunlight. I did not just hear what I think I heard.
