“I so won that game,” Madison demanded.
Grinning from ear to ear, I poured myself a glass of wine. Even though Logan had been gone for eight years, they still fought like brother and sister. I loved it when Logan beat her at card games, because for the life of me, I never could. She was the oldest and always the best at everything.
Logan sat back in his chair and held out his arms. “Still a sore loser, huh?”
Madison crossed her arms over her chest. “Keep talking, Chandler. You forget, I’m the one who told Kass to give you another chance. I’m starting to believe I made a mistake.”
Taking a huge gulp of my wine, I sat down at the table. “All right, you two. Play nice.”
They both laughed and Madison dealt up another hand of speed, while I sat and watched. It was like nothing had ever changed. We did the exact same thing many years ago, only now we were missing Levi. He’d always had a crush on Madison, but she refused to date anyone younger than her. It didn’t dissuade him though. He still tried to get her to date him.
The game moved pretty fast, and of course, Logan won again. “So what are we going to do this weekend?” Madison asked.
Logan lifted his brows at me. “We could take her riding through Deals Gap?” He turned and smirked to my sister. “Last I heard, you were afraid to do it.”
She glared at me. “You told him?”
I shrugged. “Hey, I can’t help it you’re scared. At least there’s one thing I can do that you can’t.” She didn’t like not having control. Riding on the back with someone else made her give that up. Even our own father didn’t know she had a fear of motorcycles. He just thought she wanted to pursue a different path in life.
Her lips pursed and she jutted out her chin. “Fine, I’ll do it. Maybe then you’ll stop giving me grief.”
Madison was never scared of anything, except riding on motorcycles. That was why she didn’t want to help take over Bennett Racing. My father was a little disappointed, but there was nothing he could do. His dream was to have a son take over the business—he got me instead. But I was just as savvy as a man, if not better.
“Will I be riding with you?” she asked, looking at me. “I know you’re not wild on the bike.”
I burst out laughing and so did Logan. “You obviously haven’t been around much,” Logan said. “I chased her down the other day. It was hard enough for me to keep up.”
She huffed. “Great. Then I guess I’ll be riding with you?”
Logan winked. “I won’t let anything happen to you. If you just get over your fear, you might actually like riding.”
“I doubt it,” she said, rubbing her stomach. “All this talk about motorcycles is making my stomach hurt. I’ll be right back.” She disappeared down the hall.
“I tried getting her to learn how to ride with me, but she refused,” I whispered. “My mother wasn’t fond of motorcycles either.”
Logan nodded, his gaze sad. “I remember. My parents were pissed when I decided to ride again. They thought the accident would be a wake-up call.”
I leaned over and kissed him. “It’s in your blood, just like it’s in mine. There was a time you didn’t want me on them, if I remember correctly.”
He looked down at my hands and reached for them. “I didn’t want you to get hurt. At least riding with me, I knew you were safe.”
His warm hands closed over mine and I squeezed them tight. “And I felt safe with you, just like I do now.”
“Good. Because whatever’s going on with your dad, you know I’ll protect you.”
“Have you found anything else out?” I asked, keeping my voice low.
He moved closer and glanced quickly over his shoulder at the hallway. Madison was still in the bathroom. “My partner’s going to be at the Hendrix party this weekend. They’re supposed to talk one on one. He’ll be wired, so we’ll get to listen to the entire conversation.”
I gasped. “I can listen too?”
“As long as you don’t mind spending the night at my place. I don’t know what time they plan on meeting.” He bit his lip and my whole body trembled.
“I think I can manage that.”
He kissed me again and I heard Madison groan. “All right you two. We don’t have time for that. I have to win at least one game before I leave.” She sat down at the table and Logan dealt out the cards. They were about to start playing when a car door slammed out front.
I walked over to the window to see Sean walking up to the front door, his face a stony mask. “It’s Sean,” I said, glancing at them both.