The Chase (Fast Track #4)(21)
Author: Erin McCarthy

Evan’s hands were behind his head and he sighed before nodding. “I had a feeling you’d say that. If that’s what you want, Kendall. I’m not going to chase you. I chased enough ten years ago.”

Not sure how she felt about that, or what that really meant, Kendall frowned as she finished hauling up her jeans. “I mean, I hope we’ll be friends now. That the sniping is a thing of the past.”

He nodded. “Sure. Of course.”

That was it?

Kendall stood up, fully dressed, boots on but unlaced. “Okay. Great. Awesome.”

Awkward. Now what did she say? This was what she got. She was a slut who had forced him to have sex with her and now any potential friendship that could have blossomed was buried under her boobs and his boner.

“Do you need a ride to the bar to pick up your car?”

“Nah. I’m going back to sleep.” Evan stretched lazily, making his erection jerk a little.

Not that she was looking.

“Are you sure?” Not that she wanted to drive him anywhere. In fact, she’d have liked to move to a hemisphere where Evan Monroe and his stellar penis didn’t exist.

“Yep. I’ll call a cab.” He yawned.

Clearly he wasn’t having the same emotional tornado tear through him that she was.

“Perfect. Okay. See you around.” Kendall gave him the thumbs-up and turned to leave.

Dear Lord. She had given him the thumbs–fucking-up. Could she feel any stupider?

“Bye, Jay.”

Yes. Yes, she could.

Kendall just waved over her shoulder and kept going, not trusting herself to turn around. Her cheeks were burning, and she decided that she still hated Evan Monroe just a tiny small bit.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“WHAT exactly do you have to smile about?” Eve said.

Evan sat in the office that his family used to manage his and Elec’s driving careers and tried to squelch the grin on his face. “Nothing.” Just the most amazing sex of the decade, that was all. He could still picture Kendall on top of him, feel her body sluicing over his . . .

Something pinged him on the arm, knocking him out of his reverie. “Hey!” Eve had thrown a paper clip at him. “What was that for?”

“For wearing a shit-eating grin when you just had the biggest setback to your career. I mean what could you possibly be smi—”

Eve’s crossed leg fell down onto the floor. “Oh, my God. You had sex last night, didn’t you? That’s why you’re Mr. Happy this morning.”

There was no point in denying it, so Evan just remained silent. He’d let Eve have her rant for a minute or two then he’d rein her in.

“What is it with you men? Does sex trump everything?”

What planet had she been living on? “Yes.”

“Pretty much,” Elec agreed from his position on the couch. He had been thumbing through a magazine but piped in with his support.

“Not that I’m saying I had sex. But I had a date.” It wasn’t his style to kiss and tell.

“Did anyone see you with her? Are there going to be pics on a blog with some barely legal stripper?”

“I resent that. I have never dated a stripper. Or anyone barely legal once I was past twenty-one myself. Neither appeals to me in any way.” There were limits to the insults he’d take. But then he realized claiming a stripper would probably earn him less grief from Eve than the truth.

“Well, thank God. Is she anyone I know?”

Evan coughed. “I think you might know her, yeah.” And normally he wouldn’t admit a damn thing, but for all he knew there was a blog going up right now about Kendall and him being in that bar. Written by Tuesday Jones, probably. He could deny it, but that would just piss Eve off more.

His sister tucked her hair behind her ear and narrowed her eyes. “Who is it?”

“It might have been Kendall Holbrook.”

Eve’s jaw dropped. Elec gave a low whistle from the couch.

“You had sex with Kendall Holbrook?”

“I’m not admitting anything, only that I went out for a drink with her last night.”

“Are you crazy?” Eve’s voice had shot up two octaves. “When did you become the mayor of Moron-ville?”

Trust his sister to find an insult that infuriated him, even when he vowed to stay calm. “What’s the big deal? It was one drink!” Then a whole night of naked.

“Do I need to remind you that your very existence in the cup series is in jeopardy? And that Kendall Holbrook is this season’s novelty? She has the media crawling up her ass twenty-four seven.”

Well, not quite.

“And drivers like her are the reason you lost your sponsorship. She has siphoned off attention from all of you guys in the middle of the pack, and for that reason alone she could be the enemy. But more to the point, if the two of you are seen together, it looks bad. You look like a boot licker.”

“I don’t know about that,” Elec said. “I don’t think anyone would see it as anything more than just a juicy piece of gossip.”

“Great, thanks.” Evan felt the warm fuzzies he’d woken up with evaporating.

“Everyone loves a good track romance.”

“They do?” Evan never paid attention to that kind of stuff. Mainly because he’d been avoiding the whole concept of relationships, jealous of other people’s happily ever afters.

“Of course they do. But the bigger issue here is distraction. If you’re feeling the love for Kendall, is your competitiveness going to be compromised?”

Evan didn’t hear anything past love. “What? What love? It was one drink!” And a night of hot monkey sex.

But the L word scared the crap out of him.

“I remember when you and Kendall broke up the first time around,” Eve said, leaning back in her chair and sticking her legs up on her desk, her shiny black boots moving up and down like she was wagging her finger at him. “It wasn’t pretty.”

“We were kids then. Everything was drama. We’re just hanging out, getting to know each other as adults.” As equally horny adults. Evan shifted on his chair, feeling a little uncomfortable with the erotic memories dancing through his head. If he got a boner in front of his sister he was going to be embarrassed as hell. Plus she would mock him for the rest of his natural life.

“Yes, there was drama. You were awful, moping around, calling her every five seconds, crying. I wanted to smack you to make it stop, but it would have been like kicking roadkill.”