I blink and draw in a slow breath. My next words probably aren’t what he wants to hear, but they need to be said. I throw my shoulders back. “Who is that blonde girl?”
He lifts an eyebrow but the confusion leaves his face a second later. “Trinity. She’s an intern for Team Yamaha, kind of like an assistant and coffee gopher.”
“Are you dating her?”
“No,” he says immediately.
“Were you dating her?”
“It’s never even crossed my mind.” He holds up three fingers, the Boy Scout promise. “For transparency here, she probably has a crush on me and every other guy on the team for that matter. But I don’t care about her. I care about you.”
“You have her picture in your phone,” I say, putting a hand on my hip. I’m not ready to be convinced just yet. Having my heart broken once was more than enough. A second time might rip the thing straight from my chest.
Ash was never a liar, at least not in the time I’ve known him, so he doesn’t have any tells that I could be looking for. His eyes never leave mine. “She did that herself. I’ll gladly delete it for you.” He chuckles. “Hell, I’ll text her and tell her to fuck off if you want. You can watch me do it.”
I shake my head and stare at my shoes. “That’s not necessary. What do you want from me, Ash? Why are you here, doing this now?”
“I want you as my girlfriend again.” He grins, his lips twisting into a sideways smile, and the sunlight hitting his eyes just right, making them sparkle. “Preferably right this second. But I can wait if you want. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“My dad isn’t in the clear yet,” I say as a giant lump of worry settles into my stomach. “He could still die. And if he does, I’ll remember this day for the rest of my life.” Ash reaches for my hand and I let him take it. “If you don’t plan on sticking around forever then I don’t want you in these memories. If Dad doesn’t make it, I can’t look back on these days and remember that you were here and then you were gone again.”
Ash’s fingers squeeze into mine, his other hand grazing my cheek. “I’ll be here forever. I’m in this for good.” He takes a deep breath and I focus on his lips, perfect and trustworthy as always. “Every problem we had can be fixed, I am positive of that. We’ll figure it out. And I’m not going anywhere, I promise you. Okay?”
My heart flips around in my chest. My toes tingle with the excitement of kissing him again, now and forever. “Okay,” I whisper, leaning forward and lifting up on my toes.
Ash’s arms slip around me and his lips meet mine. This kiss is the opposite of the last time we’d been in this same position. It’s patient, and loving, not frenzied. I breathe in the scent of his cologne, the minty taste of his mouth on mine. My hands slide up his muscled chest, wrapping around his neck. A shiver runs through me as if this was the first time we’d ever kissed, a memory of last year that fills me up as if I am experiencing it all over again, just as perfect as I remember.
“Wait,” I say, my lips pressed to his. He pulls away tentatively, his eyes searching mine.
“What’s wrong?”
I swallow, and I’m not sure if what I’m about to do will ruin everything. “I have a secret.”
His tongue runs across his bottom lip, his brows pulling together. I hold out my hand. “It’s not as bad as whatever you’re thinking, I just—I can’t not tell you about this.”
He rocks back on his heels. “What is it?”
Despite the sudden urge to shake my head and tell him never mind, I know I can’t hold onto this secret forever. Slowly, I reach into my front pocket and let my fingers curl around the metal that sits there, like it has every single day since February. Ash watches me, curiosity and fear tugging at his gorgeous face. I pull out the necklace, the silver number plate I’d taken from the trash can, and put it in his hand.
“I watched you walk away,” I say with a little shrug. “I wanted to run after you, but then—”
“I’m glad you kept it,” Ash says, unclasping the chain. He places the necklace around my neck, sweeping back my hair in one swift motion. He leans down to buckle the clasp, and the tingle of his breath on my neck sends chills down my spine. His lips hover near my collar, where he places a soft kiss before rising. “I’ll always be number three-three-six,” he says, that seductive grin reappearing on his face. His fingers trace my jawline. “And you’ll always be my girl.”
I chuckle and then throw my arms back around him. We make out until my walkie-talkie crackles. Shelby’s voice sounds through the speaker at my hip. “Shelby to score tower. Is everything good on your end?”
Ash sneaks in one quick kiss as I reach for the walkie-talkie. “She’s gonna freak when she finds out about us,” he whispers.
I give him a devilish grin and press the talk button. “Score tower to Shelby. Everything is perfect over here.”
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Acknowledgements
This book was a result of readers asking me to write a sequel to a book I’d never thought about writing a sequel for. It was so much fun diving back into these characters and I hope you enjoyed reading the next chapter of Hana and Ash’s journey. Thanks and gratitude goes to my editor, Stacey Glemboski, who knows my characters as well as (if not more than) I do. Thanks for doing such a superb job making this book shine!
Christina Channelle is my author bestie and fellow coffee addict. I am so grateful for having your guidance and friendship during the good times and the freak out times.
Thanks to Susan Connally and Felicia Morgan who are always just a text away. Thanks to Deirdre Riordan Hall, who is quite literally my favorite person to email with good news. Jessica L. Brooks is my sounding board and confidant and all around awesome author. Thank you, friends!
Bloggers, readers, and reviewers. THANK YOU.
And of course, thanks to my family. Chris and Hallee, you are my heart.
About the Author
Cheyanne Young is a native Texan with a fear of cold weather and a coffee addiction that probably needs an intervention. She loves books, sarcasm, and collecting nail polish. After nearly a decade of working in engineering, Cheyanne now writes books for young adults and is the author of the City of Legends Series. She doesn’t miss a cubicle one bit.
Cheyanne lives near the beach with her daughter and husband, one spoiled rotten puppy, and a cat that is most likely plotting to take over the world.
Connect with Cheyanne online at www.CheyanneYoung.com or on Twitter @NormalChey
Also by Cheyanne Young
The City of Legends Series
City of Legends
The Valiant
Empire Rising
Motocross Me Series
Motocross Me
Christmas at Mixon – a short story
Supercross Me
Understudy
Somewhere Only We Know
Coming soon from Swoon Romance
Breakup Support Group
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