Free Zero To Sixty (BWWM, Sports, Billionaire) by Tamara Adams Page A

leave for longer than it took to shower on board.
                  What if he woke up while she was gone?
                  She had to be there.
                  She had to tell him she loved him.
                  God help her, she did love him. Mightily. She knew it the instant she'd seen his car flip over. Heck, she'd known it before that. She'd just been too afraid to admit it to herself.
                  Now she was afraid of something much worse than her own feelings.
                  Now she was afraid of loosing him.
                  Ansel moaned and she sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She glanced at the clock. 5 am. She got up and went to check on him.
                  Beautiful blue eyes blinked at her. Dimples appeared in a chiseled and handsome face. White teeth showed bright as he smiled.
                  He was awake.
                  He was alive.
                  He looked very happy about it.
                  Maybe too happy.
                  The doctor had said something about the possibility of brain damage or memory loss. Of course they wouldn't know for some time… but the goofy look on his face was making her nervous.
                  "Ansel…"
                  "Hello sweet cheeks."
                  She laughed. He was definitely fine. She couldn't even be mad at him.
                  "You had an accident."
                  He shifted in his bed and grimaced.
                  "I gathered. How bad is it?"
                  She pressed her lips together.
                  "Bad. You didn't break anything but you hit your head pretty hard. They said you shouldn't race for a while. Maybe ever."
                  He frowned.
                  "I'm sorry Ansel."
                  "What about Donnehy? That little jerk caused the whole thing."
                  She blinked. She hadn't thought about Donnehy since they released him yesterday. Everyone was saying he'd caused the accident and was at fault. Ansel had already figured that out apparently, even though he'd been unconscious through most of it.
                  "He's okay. He had some second degree burns from climbing out of his car but that's it. He was lucky."
                  Ansel nodded.
                  "Good. I always liked the little bastard."
                  She laughed.
                  "Are you sure you are alright? I thought you hated him."
                  "Nah. He's reckless and wild but I like him fine. Reminds me of myself at that age."
                  "You're not an old man yet."
                  He turned to look at her.
                  "But I'd like to be. So racing is out huh?"
                  She nodded.
                  "For now anyway."
                  He sighed.
                  "Maybe it's for the best. I have some other things I'd rather be doing with my time."
                  She smiled.
                  "I hope they involve me and a bed."
                  He laughed.
                  "You know it sweetheart. Or a chair. Or a stool. Maybe a bathtub… kitchen counter…"
                  She stopped him, leaning down to kiss his lips.
                  "I love you Ansel."
                  "I love you too sugar britches."
                  She was laughing as she kissed him through the tears.

One year later
     
     
     
     
                  Ansel rocked the cradle softly with his elbow as he strummed his guitar. He was working on a new song and Jasmine seemed to like it when he played. She cooed softly as he altered