Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,279

they must just be in town for the hearing. Which meant that he’d probably be leaving soon. Disappointment sat heavy in her gut.

When the trial started, she’d probably see Ethan, but by then they would be solidly on opposite sides. If she could see him just once more, to tell him...that she was sorry for the way she acted. That she wished...God why did it have to be him?

Why did he have to be a Wentworth?

She was about to close her browser when she saw a link at the bottom of the page. Events. It was a list of where Ethan would be driving. The races that he’d be part of. Next to tomorrow’s date had the name of a raceway in Massachusetts.

A quick search showed her that Pelletier Raceway was a dirt track just outside the city. She could be there in less than thirty minutes.

No. Bad idea.

Very bad idea.

But maybe…maybe I could just watch him from afar.

Her phone buzzed. A message from her mother.

The judge denied your father’s request. The trial will be here in Boston.

And just like that, the slide into complete and utter shitdom had started.

Chapter 3

Harper gripped the edge of her seat as the cars whipped around the track, spraying gravel in their wake.

This race was only twenty laps and Ethan had been on the leader’s ass for the last six. There were only three to go.

His car was number twenty-one and had been painted bright yellow with what looked like waves done in blue down the sides. There were stickers in back of the front bumper that she couldn’t read because every time the cars zoomed past where she sat, it was all a blur.

The only reason she knew Ethan was number twenty-one was because his name was on a huge board that listed his stats every lap. The cars were going close to one hundred miles per hour and the noise of their engines was deafening.

Last lap flashed on the sign in big red letters.

The crowd was on its feet when the cars came around the last turn. Ethan and number eleven were bumper to bumper on the straightaway. Harper screamed along with the rest of the people, their excitement too contagious to ignore.

Ethan pulled ahead a little. Then a little more. When the cars flew past the finish line, he’d been half a car’s length in front. Harper sat down and pressed her hand to her chest. Under her fingers her heart pounded furiously.

Holy shit that was intense.

By the time she got her pulse under control, the bleachers had almost emptied out. She stood and made her way down. At the bottom she stopped. If she turned right, it would lead her out into the parking lot.

If she turned left, out toward the middle of the field where the drivers and their teams were now working, she would see Ethan.

Right it was. She started off, her heart sinking as she realized that this had been a bad idea. The depression and aching in her chest was worse than ever.

“Harper?”

Shit. He was walking up behind her. She turned to face him, an embarrassed smile on her face as she shrugged apologetically. “Sorry, I know I’m the last person you probably want to see right now.”

“Given the coincidences in the past few weeks, I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that you’re here because you write a secret racing blog on the side.”

A sad laugh burst from her throat. “No such luck. I just came here to watch you. Congrats, by the way.”

His hand settled on her shoulder and even though he had gloves on, she felt the warmth. His hair was wet and hung over his face. He still had on a white racing jumpsuit but he’d unzipped it enough to pull it off his arms and it hung loose at his waist.

The dark grey t-shirt hugged his chest and she had a hard time looking away. He dropped his hand and tugged on the fingers of his gloves with his teeth until he could shove the pair into his pocket.

“You took off yesterday before we had a chance to really talk.” His gaze was steady and there was no sign of the anger that had flashed there in the courthouse.

Of course she wasn’t angry anymore either. “We didn’t say everything that needed saying?”

“Did we?” He tilted his head and stared at her, deep into her eyes. He was much more like the man she’d been with in Tahiti. There was heat in