He took her by the hand and led her inside. To Ming’s delight he pulled her toward the stairs. This wasn’t what she’d expected from him after she confessed her feelings. She figured he’d distance himself from her as he’d done with women in the past.
But when they arrived in her bedroom, he didn’t take her in his arms or rip the covers off the mattress and sweep her onto the soft sheets.
Instead, he kissed her on the forehead. “Grab a shower. I have an errand to run and could use your help.”
An errand? Disappointment sat like a bowling ball in her stomach. “What sort of an errand?”
“I never got Max and Rachel a wedding present.”
“Oh, Jason.” She rolled her eyes at him.
“I’m hopeless without you,” he reminded her, nudging her in the direction of the bathroom. “You know that.”
“Does it have to be today?”
“They’re leaving for Alabama tomorrow morning. I want them to have it before then.” He scooped up the Yorkshire terrier and the dog’s stuffed squirrel toy. “Muffin and I will be waiting for you downstairs.”
“Fine.”
Half an hour later Ming descended her stairs and found Jason entertaining Muffin with a game of fetch. She’d put on a red sundress with thin straps and loved the way Jason’s eyes lit up in appreciation.
She collected the Yorkie’s leash and her purse and headed out the front door. When she spotted the car in front of her house, she hesitated. “Why are you driving the ’Cuda?”
“I told you, I never got Max and Rachel a wedding present.”
Understanding dawned. “You’re giving him back the car?”
“The bet we made seems pretty stupid in light of recent events.”
“What recent events?”
He offered her his most enigmatic smile. “Follow me and you’ll find out.”
*
When they arrived at Max and Rachel’s house, Jason didn’t even have a chance to get out of the car before the front door opened. To his amusement, Max looked annoyed.
“Why are you driving the ’Cuda?” he demanded as Jason slowly got to his feet. “Do you have any idea what the car’s worth?”
“I don’t, since you never told me what you paid for it.” Jason took Ming’s hand as she reached his side and pulled her close. “Look, I’m sorry that I didn’t get you anything for your wedding. Ming was supposed to help me pick something, but she backed out at the last minute.”
“Jason.” She bumped her hip against him in warning. “You are perfectly capable of shopping on your own.”
“No, he’s not,” Max put in.
“No, I’m not. So, here.” Jason held out the keys.
“You’re giving me back the ’Cuda?” Max’s thunderstruck expression was priceless.
“I realize now that I had an unfair advantage when we made the bet. You were already in love with Rachel, just too stubborn to realize it.”
Max took the keys and nodded. “Being stubborn when it comes to love means you lose out on all sorts of things.”
Jason felt the barb hit home. He had missed a lot with Ming. If he hadn’t been so determined never to be hurt, she might have married his brother, and Jason could have ended up with a lifetime of pain.
Rachel had come out to join them. She snuggled against her husband’s side and looked fondly at the bright yellow car. “What’s going on?”
“Jason’s giving me back the ’Cuda,” Max explained with a wry grin. “Can I interest you in a ride?”
To Jason’s surprise, the blonde’s cheeks turned pink. Unwilling to delve too deeply into whatever subtext had just passed between husband and wife, he reached for the passenger seat and pulled out a box wrapped in white-and-silver paper and adorned with a silver bow.
“And because the car is a really lousy wedding present,” he continued, handing the gift to Rachel, “I got this for you.”
Rachel grinned. “I think the car is a lovely present, but thank you for this.”
Jason shut the ’Cuda’s door and gave the car one last pat. “Take good care of her,” he told Max.
“I intend to.” Max leaned down and planted a firm kiss on his wife’s lips.
“I meant the car,” Jason retorted, amused.
“Her, too.”
After spending another ten minutes with the newlyweds, Ming and Jason returned to her car.
“What was that about?” she asked, standing beside the driver’s door. “You didn’t need me to help deliver the car. You could have had Max come pick it up.”
“It was symbolic.” He could feel her tension growing and decided he’d better tell her what was on his mind before she worked herself into a lather. “I won the car because I bet against love. It sits in my garage, a testament to my stubbornness and stupidity. So I decided to give it back to Max. Apparently in addition to its financial value it has some sentimental value to him, as well.”