Last Chance - L. P. Dover Page 0,6
go.”
We got in his truck, and thankfully he drove, because that glass of wine had hit me fast. I should’ve known better than to drink on an empty stomach.
The party location ended up being at Chance’s house, which was huge, just like Luke’s. I guess that was what winning motocross races could buy you. There were cars parked all down the street, but Luke was able to pull right up to the front of the house and park.
“Is this the VIP parking?” I asked.
He chuckled. “Only for me, cupcake.” It killed me every time he called me that. I had loved it when he gave me the nickname a few years back, but now I wondered how many girls he’d used it on.
We got out of the truck, and when he tried to put his arm around my waist, I stepped out of his reach. “Hands to yourself tonight, Collins. I didn’t come here to be your plaything.” I glanced up at him and he smiled.
“Playing hard to get, huh?”
“I’m not playing anything. I’m only here because I needed a night out, and I knew you’d be harder to get rid of than a rash.”
His jaw tensed. “I’m sorry I embarrass you.”
“I can’t help it you make bad choices.” I glared up at him and all I saw back was fire; he was angry. Immediately, I felt bad for my words, but I wouldn’t take them back because they were true.
Chance Harris sauntered up. I recognized him from the races with his bright blue eyes and dark brown hair, dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a button down shirt. “Look what we have here. What’s up, brother?” he said, extending his hand.
Plastering on a fake smile, Luke shook his hand. “Nice party, Harris. I think I need a beer though.”
“Certainly. There’s plenty in the kitchen.”
Luke lifted his brows, but there was no hint of a smile. “Want anything?”
I shook my head. “I’m fine. Thanks.” He stormed off, and I felt a little bad. Why say I’d come with him, if I was only going to rip into him all night? I was being a bitch.
Chance whistled and focused on me. “I must say, I’ve never seen him mad at a woman like that before. What did you do to him?”
“Said some things I shouldn’t have, even though he needed to hear them.”
“Obviously he took them to heart. Usually he doesn’t give a shit what people think.”
I snorted. “I’m sure he’ll get over it real quick. There are plenty of women here to keep his mind off it.”
His brows lifted. “So, you’re free, is what you’re telling me?”
“If you’re asking if I’m going to fuck Collins tonight, the answer is no. I have no intention of hooking up with anyone this evening.”
Grinning from ear to ear, he held out his arm and nodded for me to take it. “I think I like you. What’s your name? I know I’ve seen you around before at our parties. I’m Chance Harris.”
“I know who you are. I’m Lara Jacobs.” I shook his hand, and reluctantly took his arm. There was a time when I did hang out at the parties with Kate, but that was so long ago. Luke was nowhere to be found, and I could only imagine what he was getting into, or better yet, who he was getting in to.
“Nice to meet you, Lara. Do you like watching motocross?”
I nodded. “I usually watch the races with Kate. Her brother is best friends with Luke.”
His eyes went wide. “Are you talking about Kate Townsend?”
“Yeah, but it’s Davis now. Why?”
He shrugged. “No reason, really. I just know she used to be a sore subject for him.”
“Not still, right?” I asked. It had been months since Kate chose Cooper over him. They were married now.
He shook his head. “He doesn’t talk about her like he used to. I’m pretty sure he’s been over her for a while.” We came to a door and he opened it wide. “Care to take a walk with me?”
Glancing outside, I saw there were a ton of people milling about. As long as we weren’t alone, I’d be fine. “Sure.” We walked past the pool, where many of his guests were splashing around. “When is your next race?” I asked.
“Next weekend. It’s one of the most important races of the year.”
“And you compete against Luke? How does that work with your relationship?”
Chuckling, he shook his head. “Collins and I are friends. Plus, we have the same sponsors,