Angela scooped some eggs onto my plate and sighed. “I know, sweetheart. It sucks. But you have to know your father didn’t want to do this so soon. It’s just, you all still have a business to run.”
She had a point, but it still hurt to think about life going back to normal. Nothing was going to be normal without Levi. “Thanks for cooking me breakfast, Angela. I swear I didn’t come over here to eat your food.”
“Oh, enough of that nonsense. I’m glad you came,” she said, setting the bacon on the table. “It gives us a chance to catch up.” She fixed herself a plate of eggs and joined me at the table. “Is there anything you want to talk about? Maybe something to get your mind off everything?”
I shoveled huge bites of food into my mouth and sat back in the chair. There were a gazillion things I wanted to say and they all involved Logan. “Not really,” I lied.
Picking up her coffee cup, she stared at me over the rim, the steam billowing into the air. “You sure? I seem to recall a certain young man who made his way back into town.”
I stiffened and clenched my teeth. “Logan can kiss my ass.”
She sipped her coffee and stared at me, as if she could see the turmoil I felt. “You always have Sean.”
The way she said it made me tense, almost like she meant it in another way. “He’s a good friend,” I said, gauging her reaction.
Her lips pulled back into a smile and she laughed softly. “I already know about you two, Kassidy.”
I froze. “What do you mean?”
“Your relationship with my son. I know you were intimate.”
Swallowing hard, I stared at her in horror. “It was a long time ago. It’s not like that anymore. We ended things before you and my dad got married.”
She nodded. “I know, but I see the way Sean looks at you, and how he always wants to protect you. It kills me that I ruined his happiness.”
“Why did it take so long for you to say something? Does my dad know?”
“No,” she murmured, “and I don’t plan on telling him. But honestly, I don’t think he’d have a problem with you two being together. You’re adults, and it’s not like you grew up together as brother and sister. I married your father a little late in life.”
“Why are you saying this to me?” I asked. It was almost like I was in a twilight zone. Sean and I had kept our relationship a secret, so it wouldn’t cause problems with our parents. Now, I had no clue what to think.
She reached over and grabbed my hand. “I’m saying that if you and Sean want to be together, I’m not going to stop you. He loves you.”
I squeezed her hand. “Thanks for your blessing. It means a lot to me. And you should know, I love Sean too, but since we’re both owners of Bennett Racing now, it might be best to stay as we are. Anything more could complicate things.”
She let my hand go and smiled. “As you wish, sweetie. Just know that you’re free to do as you will.”
“I appreciate that.” I glanced down at my phone and groaned. “I hate to eat and run, but I’m about to be late.” I said my goodbyes and hurried on my way to the track.
The track wasn’t huge, only a half mile in length, with a couple of curves. My father and Donnie Baker chipped in and had it built not long after Logan left us, so that the riders from Bennett Pro Racing and DB Racing could practice. Needless to say, it pissed Hendrix off that we beat him to the land before he could purchase it.
When I pulled into the parking lot, I could already see the riders on the track, zipping by as they raced against each other. There were a ton of them. My father and Donnie sat by themselves, both pointing at various riders on the track. Trey, Daniel, and Miller – our other racers – sat off on one side of the stands, while Sean sat by himself.
“Kass!” Sean shouted. I hurried over and sat beside him, debating on if I should tell him what his mother said. He nudged me with his shoulder and smiled. “Runnin’ late, huh?”
I blew out a heavy sigh. “Just a little.”
“Don’t worry, I just got here too. Your father started tryouts earlier than expected.”
I glanced over at my dad and he waved. It was hard to stay mad at him, but dammit, I wanted the truth. Sean nodded toward the track. “We got some good riders out there. I hate I’m not racing anymore.”
We watched the riders for a few minutes, and I couldn’t help but notice the two riders out in front. The one on the red and black Honda was trying to run the other guy off the track. “Do you see what’s going on?” I asked, pointing at the two racers.
Sean shrugged. “It’s a competition, Kass.”
“Yeah, but that one’s trying to run the other off the track.”
“And that’s why we’ll make sure he doesn’t get picked. We don’t want that kind of racer on our team.”
I couldn’t help but smile. I loved that Sean had the same values as me. “I’m glad you think so.” I decided it was best to go ahead and tell him what his mother said, before he talked to her. “I saw your mom this morning.”
He tore his gaze away from the race. “Oh yeah? What’d you talk about?”
I snorted. “You . . . and me.”