“But he’s still okay?” Anton asked.
“I have no idea.”
“You work with him every day.”
She sipped her drink, though she suddenly felt nauseous. “We don’t really talk.”
“Neither do we.”
It was possible some of the blame for that was on her shoulders. She’d spent a lot of time lately telling Kane he shouldn’t listen to his father, or try so hard to be like him. She’d advised him to be fierce and aggressive, instead of patient and amenable. But he’d gone so far to the aggressive side they’d been black-flagged for a lap last week.
Anton cleared his throat. “I’m, ah, sorry about barging in on you two that morning.”
“It’s okay. I’ve done plenty of things lately I’m not proud of.”
“And I’m sorry if I’ve seemed critical of you and the team. I only want what’s best for Kane.”
“Since you know so much about what it takes to have a great race team.”
“Not my biggest fan, are you?”
She wanted to squirm but instead she looked him in the eye. “No.”
“I never gave you much reason to be. And that morning, I pushed way too—”
She waved away his apology. “You said what needed to be said. You were honest, which was more than I was doing. I knew I shouldn’t be involved with Kane. I knew it would cause problems on the team, and I did it anyway.”
“I should have kept my mouth shut. Your relationship wasn’t any of my business.”
She smiled weakly. “When’s that ever stopped you?”
To her surprise he laughed. “Never, of course.” He laid his hand over hers, and when she jolted, he held on. “I know we haven’t always gotten along. That’s mostly been my fault. I wanted Kane to focus on his career, not romance. And then there was the racing.”
“I took him away from football.”
“Yes, you did. I resented that for a long time. Truthfully, right up until that morning a few weeks ago. But that barrier is costing me my relationship with my son.”
She wanted to argue, but she’d always felt that was a problem, so she didn’t see how she could.
“It was convenient for me to blame you when Kane gave up football,” Anton went on. “Convenient and wrong. I didn’t want to see the truth—that my son didn’t want to play football, that his heart was somewhere else. And not to spite me, or side with you, but just because that’s who he is.” He squeezed her hand again. “I have you to thank for that realization, Lexie.”
“I didn’t do anything,” she mumbled, still bogged down in her own guilt. She could have been more understanding and less stubborn endless times in the past.
“But you did. If Kane hadn’t been so busy defending you the other morning, if you hadn’t been standing on his side, silently supporting him, he might never have told me off. I never realized he still felt so pressured to live up to my accomplishments. He might never have told me how he really felt.”
She’d helped Anton, and screwed herself up. Terrific.
“Do you love him?”
Her gaze darted to his. Truth time.
Like him, she’d come to some revealing conclusions over the past few weeks. The first of which was that her big plan to land a stable, ho-hum accountant and have a personal life outside of racing was a bust.
She loved this freakin’ sport, and who else could understand her and her business but someone who was also consumed by it? Racing owned her—body and soul. Just like Kane.
“I was really hoping for an accountant but, yes, I do.”
Either he realized she was half-drunk, or he didn’t find anything odd about his son barely beating out an imaginary accountant.
“So why aren’t you fighting for him?”
“I believed I was. I was being noble.” She sighed in self-disgust. “Or so I told myself. If I’ve figured anything out in the last few weeks, it’s what a big joke that is. I just didn’t want to get hurt again. I didn’t want to lose him again.”
He raised his eyebrows. “The great Lexie Mercer scared to take a risk.”
She lifted her hand. “Guilty.”
“The greater the risk, the greater the reward.”
“Is that supposed to be profound?”
“For a football player it is.”
She smiled, and in seconds she was laughing. Anton joined her until the bartender stood in front of them, a concerned look on his face. “Do you two need a cab?”
“No.” Anton tossed some money on the counter. “We’ve got a ride. Let’s go,” he said to Lexie.
“Are we actually going to come out of this as friends?” she asked as she gathered her purse and slid off the bar stool.
He grabbed her elbow when she swayed on her feet. “Stranger things have happened.”
“I’m not so sure.”
“I hope we can make it work, because I need a favor.”
She blinked at him. “You didn’t come for a beer?”
“I came for you. My car and driver are outside, waiting for us.”
Sure enough, idling at the curb outside the bar was a big, black SUV with darkly tinted windows. A driver leaped out and opened the back door as they approached. Anton helped her inside, and Lexie could tell she was going to regret her martini experimentation in the morning. Next time she was sticking with her old standby—chocolate.
When Anton settled inside, he turned toward her. “I need you to help me get my son back.”
“I HATE IT when I’m right,” Lexie said the next morning, squinting into the bright sunlight on her way to the drivers’ meeting.
Her father, walking beside her, snorted. “No, you don’t.”
Her temples pounded, and she slipped on a pair of sunglasses. “I do today.”
“You were out pretty late last night.”
She really needed to talk to Cheryl about not booking her and her father rooms side by side. “I guess so.”
“I heard a man’s voice.”
“Yep. Anton Jackson.”
Her father ground to a halt. “What?”
Laughing, she hooked her arm through his, forgetting for a minute that they were barely speaking. But when she started to step back, he pulled her into a hug. A quick one—they were in the middle of a busy path of crew members, media and officials, after all—but genuine enough that Lexie’s heart felt lighter than it had in weeks.
“Come over here,” he said, tugging her through the crowd to the alleyway beside the media center. “I’m sorry,” he said, holding on to both her hands as they faced each other. “I’ve been a stubborn idiot the last few weeks. I left you and Kane in the lurch at Dover and threw off the team’s focus. I’ve been grouchy and difficult.” He squeezed her hands. “And jealous of him.”
“Daddy, you’re my number-one guy.”
“I know.” He looked down at the ground, then back up at her. His eyes were watery. “I’ve really enjoyed working side by side with you this year.”
“We make a good team. Just like the old days.”
“Yeah. I’m sorry I interfered between you and Kane. I was trying to protect you, and all I did was make you miserable.”
“It’s okay, Dad.”
“Life is short. We know that better than most people.”
Lexie’s throat closed. She nodded as she blinked back tears.
“If he makes you happy, then you go for it.”
“I plan to.”
She never should have doubted Kane or given up on him, even with all the tension between her and her father and with all the possible consequences and doubts. The past few days, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the race Kane had won at Bristol, how he’d refused to get out of the car until he spoke to her. He didn’t do that to defy his father. He did that to show her she was important to him, that his win and his happiness weren’t complete without her.
Her father pulled her into his arms and squeezed her tight. “I think your mother would have liked Kane.”
“Me, too.” She kissed his cheek.
“I have faith in you, sweetie. Kane, too.”
“You should probably tell him that.”
“I will.”
Sniffling, they separated and looked around to make sure nobody had noticed they were crying on race day. And before the racing had even started.
“So…Anton Jackson?” her father asked as they walked through the garage area.
Lexie told him about the night before, about her and Anton bonding and forging a new friendship and about her promise to help father and son renew their relationship.
“He could start by coming to a race every once in a while,” Harry commented, obviously not ready to forgive Anton so easily.
“He’s here, isn’t he?”
“We’ll see how long it lasts.”
Okay, so not every wall was going to come tumbling down overnight. Since she was sure Anton was serious about this new commitment, she figured her father would come around eventually.
After the drivers’ meeting, Kane retreated to his motor coach with James to relax as he usually did. Lexie watched him go with a sense of both anticipation and unease fluttering in her stomach. The past few days he’d stopped ignoring her and instead scowled at her constantly.