Fearless Maverick by Robyn Grady

Author:Robyn Grady [Grady, Robyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-04-02T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

THAT morning he and Libby ate breakfast at a local Manly café.

With the waves washing on the beach and traffic, both pedestrian and motor, passing at a leisurely weekend clip, they took an outside table and enjoyed the perfect autumn sunshine while ordering—fruit and toast for the lady, a full breakfast with bacon, eggs, fried mushrooms and tomatoes for him. He’d worked up quite an appetite, Alex realised, setting his napkin on his lap and considering something sweet to finish with … not that he hadn’t enjoyed ‘sweet’ all night long.

There had been a sour note, however, when Libby had told him about her so-called fiancé. She had to know she was better off without that dolt. What kind of a man would commit himself by giving a beautiful girl a ring and then—

The fork stopped midway to Alex’s mouth.

What had happened to Libby’s engagement ring? Was that why she wasn’t into jewellery now? Bad memories of a lying solitaire?

Alex stabbed more egg on his fork.

He hoped she’d dropped it in an express post bag and sent it back to that son of a—

‘Do you eat like that every morning?’

Snapping back, Alex assembled a smile. ‘Today I was famished.’ Before he brought the fork to his mouth again, he added, ‘That’s your fault.’

‘We didn’t get much sleep,’ she admitted beneath lowered lashes as he chewed and set his cutlery aside.

‘Sleep’s overrated.’

‘Why sleep when you can race, right?’ She slanted her head and a waterfall of silvery blond cascaded over her shoulder as she leaned back. ‘How did it all start? You mentioned taking your father’s cars out and earning yourself a reputation.’

Needing time, Alex patted his mouth with the napkin. The subject of his father could get tricky. Plainly put, he didn’t like to discuss it. The topic caused his insides to crawl and made him ashamed that his last name was Wolfe. Still, if Libby had the courage to open up and come clean about her slug of an ex …

Alex cleared his throat and sat back.

Guess he could share a little more.

‘The first time I took off,’ he began, ‘I wasn’t quite fourteen. My father …’ Alex’s throat tightened and he grunted, remembering too well. ‘William was being his usual obnoxious self. I needed to escape so I lifted his favourite sports car and tore off. That’s the moment I knew what I wanted to do. How I wanted to live. I felt at home with the top down, the wind on my face, racing away as fast as four wheels could take me.’

Like it was yesterday, he recalled the thrill of that first time pitting himself against the curves and dips in the road, against the bona fide danger of excess speed. It never got old.

‘And your father never caught you?’

Before he could contain it, Alex flinched. In time he hid the subsequent shudder. No wonder he’d rather not speak of those days. Preferred never to think of them, full stop.

Reaching for his juice, he resumed his more casual mask.

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