"Then I'm not most people." She finally turned, her eyes defiant and bright. "I don't care who he is or how much money he has. If he treats those boys like they're less than, I'm going to say something."
He didn't wait for her to answer. In the silence of the Malibu night, the "reckless bad boy" realized that while he spent his days winning on the track, the only real victory was the one woman who refused to let him win by default.
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"I'm sure. But he’s also the guy who just donated ten grand to the library," Colton countered, stepping closer. "Most people would have smiled and nodded."
"Is that what you think he was? An angel?" Rylee asked, her breath hitching as he pulled her closer. "Then I'm not most people
Rylee didn't turn around. "He was being a 'philanthropist' for the tax break and the ego, Colton. Not for the kids."
The roar of the engine was the only thing that could drown out Colton Donavan’s thoughts, but tonight, even the 800-horsepower beast beneath him felt quiet. He pulled the car into his Malibu driveway, the salt air biting at the heat radiating from the hood. In the silence of the Malibu night, the
Colton let out a short, dry laugh, shaking his head as he closed the distance between them. He reached out, his thumb brushing the line of her jaw.