Secret Miami Nights. Pamela Yaye
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what a beauty.” Haley peered inside the window of the Porsche and Ashton envisioned himself making love to her, right then and there, on the hood of his beloved sports car. But he wouldn’t. Not tonight. Even though his body had other ideas, he was going to be on his best behavior and prove to her—and himself—that he could be a perfect gentleman.
“I’ve always wanted a Porsche, but it’s way out of my tax bracket.”
Ashton studied her closely. He saw the envy in her eyes, the interest and curiosity. To impress her, he grabbed the key fob off the silver wall hook and dropped it in her palm. “Hop in,” he said, opening the driver’s side door. “Let’s take it for a spin.”
“I—I—I can’t drive your car.” Haley pushed the keys back into his hands.
Confused by her reaction, Ashton frowned. “Why not?”
“Because it costs more than I make in a year. I’d feel funny driving it.”
“Don’t worry,” he said, giving her a one-arm hug. Ashton liked touching her,, and didn’t want to let her go. She smelled of summer fruit, causing his mouth to water, and she fit perfectly in his arms. “Nothing’s going to happen. There’s not much traffic on Fisher Island. Most residents use golf carts to get around, not cars.”
Haley backed away from the Porsche, and Ashton grabbed her hand. Surprise flashed in her eyes, but he didn’t release his hold. His first thought was to kiss her, but since he didn’t want to push his luck he escorted her to the passenger-side door and opened it.
“No problem. I’ll drive.” To lighten the mood and make her feel at ease, he said, “We can stop at Pastries and More for a snack. It’s the most popular dessert shop on the island, and their cotton candy ice cream is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
Haley put on her seat belt. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go!”
Deciding to give her a tour of the island first, Ashton pulled out of the garage and drove cautiously down the driveway. In his rearview mirror, he spotted his mother standing on his doorstep and floored the gas. If he stopped, Joan would question Haley about everything under the sun—her education background, her career aspirations, her ten-year goals—and Ashton didn’t want his mom to scare her off. Mindful of the neighbor’s children playing hockey on the street, he slowed as he exited the security gate and waved at them.
“Do you have plans on Saturday?” he asked, glancing at her.
“No, not yet. I was thinking of going to Pensacola, to surprise my mom, but she has to work, so I’ll be home this weekend. Why? What are you up to?”
“I’m going to the Firebirds game, and I want you to come.”
Seconds passed and Ashton feared Haley was going to turn him down, but she surprised him by cracking a joke.
“Only if you buy me lunch first,” she said with a teasing smile.
“Deal, and I’ll even throw in dessert.”
“How can I turn down such a generous offer?”
Haley laughed, and Ashton knew he was making progress with her. He felt a connection to her, feelings he’d never experienced before, and he wanted to explore them further. Haley crossed her legs, and Ashton had to remind himself to drive, not lust. It was a challenge to keep his eyes on the road and off Haley’s curves, but he forced himself to focus.
“This car drives like a dream,” she said, running a hand along the side paneling.
Images of Mia flashed in Ashton’s head. I’m having déjà vu, he thought, swallowing hard, willing the moment to pass. It didn’t. His memories were clear, gripping, powerful. He remembered helping Mia into the passenger seat of his Maserati, and sliding in behind the wheel. Like he had moments earlier with Haley.
Sweat trickled down the back of his shirt. The images haunted him, flashing in his head, leaving Ashton dazed and confused. Feeling light-headed, he slammed on the brakes. He gripped the steering wheel and took a deep breath to slow his erratic heartbeat.
“Ashton, what’s wrong? You’re shaking.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not. Talk to me. I want to help.” Haley inclined her body toward his and rested a hand on his forearm. “What is it?”
Sadness and regret flooded Ashton’s heart. He could tell by Haley’s furrowed brow that she was confused by his odd behavior, but he wasn’t ready to open up to her about his past. What could he say? “Sorry, I just remembered driving with my dead girlfriend?” Haley would run for the hills, and Ashton didn’t want her to think he was crazy. Part of him felt stupid for inviting her to his estate in the first place, but another part of him was glad he’d made the first move.
“Let’s go back to the house. We can talk there.”
“What about the ice cream? You had your heart set on having the cotton candy flavor.”
“I’ll survive. Besides, I’m still full from dinner.”
Haley stared at him with trusting, understanding eyes, as if to say everything would be okay, and although he’d promised himself he wouldn’t make a move on her tonight, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. If Haley was surprised she didn’t show it.
“Are you okay to drive,” she asked him, “or do you want me to?”
“I’m good. Don’t worry. I’ll get you back to the estate in one piece.”
Ashton merged into traffic, made a U-turn at Fisher Island Drive and cruised down the tree-lined street. He kept his eyes on the road, but sensing Haley was watching him, hummed with the song on the radio to prove everything was okay. Despite his reassurances, he could see she was worried about him and he felt like an ass for scaring her.
“We’re back.” Hoping to avoid a run-in with his mom, Ashton sped through the security gates and parked the Porsche in the garage. “Home sweet home.”
“How are you feeling now?” Haley asked, her voice a whisper. “Any better?”
Projecting confidence, Ashton smiled and winked. “I’m great. I’m having a good time with you and I’m looking forward to our date tomorrow night.”
“Ashton, it’s not a date. We’re volunteering at the Miami Soup Kitchen together.”
“Yeah, but after we finish up we’re going to have drinks at the Rooftop Bar. They have a live reggae band on Friday nights, and they’re one of the hottest acts in Miami.”
Pop music played from inside Haley’s handbag, and she scooped it up off the floor. “Ashton, do you mind if I take this call?”
“Not at all. Go ahead.”
Putting the phone to her ear, Haley turned toward the passenger window and spoke in a soft, soothing voice. “Hello, Sienna, is everything okay?”
Watching her, Ashton could tell that something was wrong. The person on the line sounded hysterical, but he couldn’t make out what the female caller was saying.
“Sweetie, stop crying. Everything’s going to be fine. I promise.” Haley took off her seat belt and threw open the passenger-side door. “Sienna, wait for me in front of your apartment building. I’m on my way. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
Ashton jumped out of the Porsche and joined Haley on the driveway. Keys in hand, she marched toward her car, a frown on her lips, obviously deep in thought.
“You’re leaving? Already? But it’s only nine o’clock.”
Haley dropped her cell inside her purse. “I’m sorry, but I have to go. It’s an emergency.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
Shaking her head, she slid behind the wheel. “Thank