Free Race to Redemption by Megan Faust Page B

or anyone else, reason to act against us?”
    “I agree with Brant. The glasses are fairly damning.”
    “Oh, no jury is going to convict a man solely on rumour and a pair of mirrored glasses that you can buy at any gas station on the interstate. You can’t be sure it was him.”
    “And you can’t be sure it wasn’t,” Brant shot back.
    “Brant, pull your head out of your ass. Trey Williams did not sabotage your car.”
    “You can’t know that!”
    “Yes, I can, Brant, because I saw Trey Williams last night after your first argument. He never had a chance to visit the garage last night and leave incriminating evidence.”
    “You went to visit,” Seth said. “Even if you saw Trey Williams in passing that proves nothing. He’d still have had lots of time to get to the shops and back.”
    “I didn’t see him in passing! I went to see him. I was with him the whole time.”
    As soon as the words were out of her mouth she knew everything was over. There was no back-pedalling, there was no covering anything up. It was only a matter of time, and that time would be minutes, if she was lucky. She had made Trey promise to keep their relationship a secret even though she could see it wounded him and then she’d gone and spilled that same secret not four hours later.
    Seth stood frozen in shock. Brant’s face was livid. His voice had dropped into that dangerous calm that shook with rage along the edges. “Just what were you doing with Trey Williams all night?”
    “It doesn’t matter,” she said, desperate now. “You were wrong about him Brant. You have to get over that.”
    “How the hell are you going to race tomorrow?”
    “The same way I raced the other day. I intend to win, Brant. You may not realize it but I do know how important this is to you, and your all-holy career. I wasn’t planning on fucking this up for you.”
    “Really? Because you’ve been pretty set on doing your own thing this whole trip.”
    “So I wanted to have a little fun! What’s wrong with that? This is New York City, for crying out loud. What’s wrong with wanting to explore one of the most fascinating cities in the country?”
    “Did your fun include Trey Williams?” Seth asked. He had that thoughtful look on his face and Chloe knew he was putting pieces together.
    “Why are you both so obsessed about this?” she dodged, looking from one to the other.
    “Is he the friend you went out for coffee with?” Seth pressed. “Because you got back awfully late that night. And you looked exhausted this morning.”
    “It’s exhausting dealing with the both of you,” she muttered.
    “You’re sleeping with him,” Seth said, very matter-of-factly.
    There was nothing calm or rational about Brant. “Chloe, what the hell is wrong with you? You don’t know the man. You do know he’s trouble and a suspect in MY accident, and a rival racer. Those are damn good reasons to stay the hell away!”
    “Yeah, and those reasons are all about you!” She cursed. “Look, I didn’t ask for this to happen, all right? When I met him I didn’t know the charming man buying me coffee was Trey Williams.” She opted to leave out the night club details. “After I got to know him a little it didn’t matter anymore. I do know him, Brant, and he didn’t do this to you.”
    Brant strode calmly across the room and picked up the phone.
    “What are you doing?” Chloe demanded.
    “Yes, please put me through to Ticket Services at the New York International Airport.” He glared at Chloe. “I’m sending you home.”
    “You can’t do that! I’m not a child Brant. And you need me, remember?”
    Brant was ignoring her again. “Hello, I need to reschedule a ticket to an earlier flight for Chloe Bye from New York to Sturgis, Michigan. As early as possible. Yes, tomorrow morning is fine. Coach is fine. Yes, I have all that information right here, hold on.” He grabbed her flight information and began reading numbers and dates to the airport staff.