Full Throttle (Fast Track #7)(38)
Author: Erin McCarthy

He groaned. “Oh, God, let’s not bring that up again. It almost destroyed our marriage before it barely started.”

“I still don’t get why you cared,” Rhett said. “I signed one and it’s not a big deal to me. Shawn has the right to protect her assets.”

Eve felt her jaw drop. “You signed a prenup? When the hell did you have time to do that?”

“On Friday, before we got married.”

He looked like he thought it was completely normal. Inconsequential. “See you tomorrow at the apartment, right?” he asked Nolan.

Her husband nodded, then Rhett was gone with a wave.

“What the frickety-frack?” Eve asked, the second he was out of earshot. “Who the hell elopes after knowing each other for five minutes, which would indicate massive amounts of passion and insanity, yet still has enough time and a business head on their shoulders to whip together a prenup? No one. That’s who.”

“No one but Shawn and Rhett.” Nolan shrugged, but he looked puzzled, too, staring off at his brother’s retreating back.

“This is not right. Something is off. I feel like Rhett and Shawn are lying to us about something.” None of this added up.

“What the hell would they be lying about?” Nolan rolled his eyes at her. “She can’t be pregnant. There hasn’t been time.”

“Or has there?” Eve narrowed her eyes at her husband. Was Shawn pregnant with someone else’s baby? No, that didn’t add up. She would have told Eve, and she hadn’t been dating anyone for quite some time. But there was definitely something off. “What is really going on here? Because I feel like they’re pissing on my leg and telling me it’s raining.”

“Mind your own business, Eve.”

“When have I ever done that?” she asked him, incredulous.

Nolan smiled. “You got me there, babe. Now can we go home? I need you to hold me before the shit hits the fan tomorrow.”

Eve laughed. “Oh, yeah? So I need to comfort you with sex?”

“Now that you mention it . . .” He gave her a cute, pleading look.

“You’re ridiculous.” But he was her kind of ridiculous.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

RHETT had driven to Shawn’s faster than was strictly legal.

He wasn’t afraid of a lot in life—not snakes or spiders or confrontation—but his mother still scared the shit out of him on occasion.

This would be one of them.

God only knew what she was saying to Shawn. Or worse, what she was asking her.

He had promised Shawn Chinese food but he was way earlier than expected, and he’d take her out to dinner as an apology for being subjected to a sneak attack from Sandy Ford.

Damn it. His mother’s car was still in the driveway. Not good.

He was covered in motor oil from being jostled by Travis, an eighteen-year-old kid who was nervous and still learning his way around a pit crew. But he was not going to disappear into the shower until he had a good measure of Shawn’s misery and he could politely send his mother home.

When he entered through the side door, kicking off his dirty boots on the rag rug, he heard something unexpected. Shawn and his mother were laughing. He had expected cold tension, his mother voicing all her objections to their impulsive marriage, while Shawn pursed her lips in stoic silence. But no, they were yucking it up in the living room. What the hell could be so damn funny?

Coming around the corner, they both looked up at him in surprise.

“Oh! You’re back early,” Shawn said. She didn’t look like it mattered one way or the other to her.

“Rhett,” his mother said, her expression . . . guilty? Her reading glasses were perched on her nose. “I stopped by with some muffins for Shawn, and we’ve been making wedding-party plans. Her girlfriends just left.”

And that was funny?

Feeling suspicious, he skirted the coffee table and kissed his mother on the cheek. “Thanks for stopping by, Momma.” When he wasn’t there. And when she had never met Shawn before.

His mother wrinkled her nose. “Good Lord, you smell bad enough to gag a maggot. Go change your clothes, and then we can show you what we’ve been up to.”

He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

But he did have the urge to kiss Shawn. To show her and his mother both that he was relevant here.

So he came around to her side of the couch and gave her a smile that she could interpret however she liked. “I got off work early because I missed you.”

Her eyes widened in surprise but before she could respond, he kissed her. Not a brief kiss of greeting, but a firm, drawn-out kiss that put a pink tinge to her cheeks. “I’m sorry I stink,” he told her as he straightened up and out of her space.

“I don’t mind,” she said. “You smell like gas and rubber. I associate those scents with speed. Winning.”

It was the kind of answer that made him wish his mother were nowhere near them. If she weren’t, Rhett would have eased Shawn back onto that couch and peeled down those yoga pants to show her what winning really felt like.

But his mother most definitely was three feet away and Rhett nodded, turning abruptly so neither woman saw his growing erection. Screw dinner. He wanted Shawn more than lo mein noodles.

In the bedroom, he stripped off his smelly clothes and pulled on a clean T-shirt and jeans. The dirty ones bunched in his hand, he came back down the hall and asked, “Where is the washing machine, Shawn? I’ll throw these in.”

“Oh, here, I’ll show you. Excuse us for a second,” she told his mother. “It’s in the basement.”

She led him through the kitchen and down the steep stairs to the cold and poorly lit basement laundry room. “Sorry, it’s gross down here.”

He could care less. He flipped the lid on the washing machine and dropped the clothes in. “Listen, I’m sorry about my mom. I had no idea she’d just show up here. I hope she didn’t give you too much of a hard time.”

Shawn shook her head. “She’s being really nice, which is almost worse. She’s happy for us, and I feel like a jerk.”

“She’s happy?” That was something of a head-scratcher. His mother had nearly had a heart attack when Nolan had eloped with Eve. She had ranted and raved for days.

“Yeah. She says she wants you happy and that since you’re not impulsive, she trusts that you know what you’re doing.”

That was interesting. His mother trusted him to choose his life partner wisely. Maybe she knew him better than he had realized.