Take a Chance

Harlow

Tennis had been just what I needed to get my aggression out. I hadn’t wanted to talk; I had just wanted to hit that stupid little ball for an hour. And I had hit every one of them that Adam had sent my way. When Adam dropped his racquet and threw the ball into the air, caught it, and tucked it into his pocket I knew our hour was up.

“You were killing it today. I was expecting you to bust a ball before it was over,” Adam teased as I walked over to my water and towel. I wiped my face then took a long drink of water.

“Was that all about the love of the game, or were you picturing someone’s head on that ball?”

I forced a smile. “Just one of those days. I feel better now,” I told him.

“Good. Because I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me tonight? Maybe a movie, too?”

I paused. Wait . . . was he asking me out on a date? I turned to look at him and the hopeful look in his eyes told me that was exactly what he was doing. Adam wanted to take me out.

My immediate reaction was no. I wasn’t ready to do this, but I stopped myself before I could say something. That Grant had hurt me didn’t mean everyone would. Besides, Grant had saved himself some trouble. He didn’t know it, but he had. Adam wasn’t in that danger. I wasn’t going to want him the way I did Grant. Besides, was it fair that I protect myself from everyone? Did I want to be alone my whole life? No. I didn’t. I didn’t want to be living with my dad until I died. I deserved to know what living was like. I wanted to know I was loved. How would I ever find that if I didn’t look for it or allow it to come to me?

“I’d like that,” I said without thinking about it further.

The grin on Adam’s face was immediate, and I had to smile myself. I was going on a date. A real one. Dad would be proud of me.

“Whew, I’d been preparing myself all day for you to turn me down, and I had to pump myself up to ask.”

He had put himself out there. That made me feel special. More special than Grant had ever made me feel.

“I’m glad you asked,” I told him honestly.

“Me, too,” he replied, and threw his towel over his shoulder. “You leaving now?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Let me walk you to your car. My next appointment can wait a few minutes,” he said, and opened the gate for me. I liked that, too.

He fell into step beside me. “I can pick you up at your place if that’s okay,” he said.

“Oh, yes, that would be good. I live at 43 Rosemary Beach Estates,” I told him.

“Seven too early? Late?”

“Seven is perfect,” I replied.

We walked around the building instead of through it but Adam didn’t seem to be in a hurry.

“Things with Nan going okay?” he asked.

I shrugged. Not really. She hated Mase and she hated me more for being there, but I didn’t care. “Tolerable,” I replied.

We stepped into the parking lot and I remembered I’d valet parked.

“Harlow,” Mase called from his truck. I glanced over at him then back at Adam.

“That’s Mase, my brother. He’s here visiting.” I explained.

Adam’s eyes widened slightly. “I’d heard that Kiro had a son, but I thought it was a rumor.”

A nervous knot formed in my stomach. The mention of my dad threw me off. He had “heard” about Mase? Only diehard fans had heard of Mase. He stayed out of the news. I wasn’t sure what to think.

Adam turned his grin back to me. “I’ll see you tonight,” he said.

I nodded and he turned to walk back the way we came before Mase got too close to us.

“Get in. I want lunch and I don’t want it here. I need real food,” he said as he stopped in front of me. I climbed into his truck.

“Tennis instructor?” he asked

I nodded, still thinking about Adam’s comment about Mase.

“You like him? He’s sure got the hots for you. The dude’s tongue was almost hanging out.”

“Where are we eating?” I asked, hoping to change the subject.

“Hooters. Now answer me, do you like the guy?”

I let out a frustrated sigh. Mase was like a dog with a bone. “He asked me out.”

“That don’t answer my question,” he replied.

“Fine. I think I like him.”

“You think?”

I growled and shot Mase a frustrated glare. “I don’t know. He seems nice and sincere but I’ve been down this road before. Guys like me because of Dad. It gets old, and I’ve let myself get hurt this way before. I’m older and smarter and more careful now.”

Mase frowned. He didn’t understand this problem. He had women throw themselves at him because of him, not Dad. He was beautiful and no one really knew he was Kiro’s son.

“You think that dude is interested in who your daddy is?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Did you say yes?”

I nodded.

“Well you must think there’s something to him then.”

I did. Until he knew about Mase.

“He knew about you. When I said you were my brother, he already knew Kiro had a son. Only diehards know about you.”

Understanding lit Mase’s eyes as he turned onto the main road and headed out of town. “I see. Yeah, that’s odd. But maybe he isn’t really a fan; maybe he’s just heard the Rosemary gossip. This town knows more about Slacker Demon than anywhere else since Dean’s son grew up here. They feel like they have some sort of inside scoop. He’s probably just heard rumors since he lives here.”

I hadn’t thought of that. He probably saw many of the band members as clients all the time. He could’ve heard something through the country club grapevine. Rosemary did have a close relationship with Slacker Demon. I let out a relieved sigh and leaned back against the seat. That made sense.

“Feel better now?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Good. But if I’m wrong, you just say the word and I’ll rearrange his face for you.”

I just smiled. Not because I didn’t believe him. Because I did. Mase was rough. He was Texas tough, and I’d learned a long time ago that was a whole other kind of tough. It was how a little boy grew up with an absent father. His stepdad was a Texan. He owned a ranch and wore boots and a hat all the time. He was big and tall and loud and I loved him. Even when I was a shy little girl, he always made sure I felt like family when I went to visit.

Out of the three of us, Mase had been the lucky one. He had a mom who adored him. A stepdad who treated him like his own. Maybe that was why he was the best of us. At least I wasn’t the worst. Nan held that title. But then she’d been given the worst life, from what I could tell.

A small part of me felt sorry for her. But only a very small part.