He Called Me Gold Digger, Now He Can't Let Go

had blunted Scarlett's racing skills-she co

ugh the curve had drained more o

ht, Charlie and his friend

tunned disbelief as he took in Scarlett's motorcycle. That sleek frame, the custom paint,

sibly be riding that? Was she involved

d, chasing one wild s

he breeze swept across the track, tossing her freshly shorn ha

toward her, incl

crossed his face, aw

arlet

ice tr

cling her like he could

ain. "I can't wrap my head around it. You know how

quiet, well-mannered housewife-the woman who'd

ace? And she was

ed everything he

lips. "What's wrong? You think women don't belong on a tr

p. Charlie's mouth opene

carlett, he never woul

r's temper-who would be fooli

ge hadn't go

motorcycles, had caught every word, a

n was Ash

composure, the skill, the way s

to a man like Asher would be

lett had overtaken, stepped forward with a skeptical arch of his brow. "With skil

into a calm, knowing sm

Once, her name had been etched onto far great

e was buried, and she had n

nyway, a bet's a bet. Move it-across the court, tw

of groans

cers but heirs with pedig

dren while the crowd watched made blood drained fro

lie's cousin-in-law, began murmuring and elbowing him, urgin

dropping his voice to a low murmur. "Scarlett... for Asher'

, a cool, teasing smile ghosting over her lips. "If pride's what yo

smile fading. "He no

he could do that, Scarlett leaned casually against the motorcycle as she tilted her

The heirs glanced at one another, faces pali