He smiles warmly. “That’s ok, Cinderella. I haven’t been to a game for a while.” Joshua is playing near LA so Adrian has met us here. We go home tonight.
Up past the side of the car walks a handsome man. “Adrian.” He smiles as he puts out his hand and then kisses Adrian on the cheek as they shake hands.
My eyes scan up and down the fine specimen, mmm, who is this?
Adrian’s eyes flick to me. “This is Natasha, Joshua’s fiancée.” He gestures to me. “And this is Ross.”
We shake hands. I have heard that name before. Who is this guy? “Hello.” I smile.
“Ah, I have heard a lot about you.” He smirks.
Oh crap, what’s he heard? “I wouldn’t believe any of it.” I smile nervously.
He winks and smiles. His body language reveals that this guy loves himself. “So has he got you on lockdown?” he asks.
I raise my eyebrows in question. “What do you mean?” I ask.
“You know, under heavy guard, gorgeous and new in town. I imagine after the attempted hit he would be nervous to say the least.” He smiles as his eyes go to the field in front of us.
I fake a smile. How does he know that? “No not really,” I mutter.
“Adrian, why didn’t you go to Macey’s art show last week? She was disappointed you weren’t there,” he asks.
“Damn,” Adrian murmurs. “I totally forgot about it. I’ve been busy.”
“See you do need me to keep your diary for you.” He gives Adrian a sexy look as he puts his hands into his pockets.
Adrian smirks as his eyes hold Ross’s. “You being in charge of my diary is the last thing I need,” he replies.
Who is this guy?
Ben walks over. “Murph, I need you and Tash for a moment.”
Adrian smiles. “Sure, excuse us Ross.” He grabs Ross’s elbow affectionately as he brushes past him and Adrian grabs my hand to take me with him and follow Ben.
Ross glares at Ben and I feel uncomfortable… ok. “What took you so long?” Adrian asks Ben.
“I didn’t see you. This may come as a surprise but I don’t watch you all the time you know,” Ben replies flatly as he manoevres through the cars.
Adrian smirks.
I frown. I’m lost. “Huh, what’s going on?” I ask.
Adrian scratches his head uncomfortably. “That was Ross.” He shakes his head. “We used to date.”
“Fuckwit,” Ben murmurs under his breath.
I smile broadly. “Did you just save Adrian from having to talk to an ex, Ben?”
Ben shakes his head in exasperation. “No, I saved myself from having to hear about it later.”
Adrian rolls his eyes and I smile.
We stop at another of Joshua’s cars at the other end of the field and sit on the bonnet.
“I’m going to get some water. Do you guys want some?” Adrian asks.
“Yes please,” we both reply and he walks off.
Ben and I sit in silence and I can’t help but want to ask what’s going on with him and Didge since we went away. Last time I saw them together they were hating each other’s guts and now… who knows? I watch in awe across the field as Joshua’s stable hands bring Jasper around and fuss over the expensive horse and Joshua mounts him gracefully. Even without Joshua’s money and celebrity status he has an inner power that is undeniable. If I met him in the street I would think to myself… this guy is somebody.
“How does Ross know about the attempted hit on Joshua?” I ask as my eyes flick to Ben.
Ben frowns at me. “He doesn’t.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Yeah he does. He just asked me if Joshua was jumpy after the attempted hit.”
Ben leans back on his hands and frowns as he thinks and Adrian walks back over to us with our bottles of water that he hands over.
“Did you tell Ross about the hit on Joshua?” Ben asks Adrian as he takes his water.
Adrian frowns. “No, he probably heard it on the grapevine.”
“Have you told anyone?” Ben asks.
Adrian shakes his head and the game begins at the sound of the whistle. I frown as I watch the field. Oh shit, the horses bang into each other as they sprint and I wince. This is aggressive and very fast.
“Joshua has told nobody,” Ben whispers almost to himself as he stares straight ahead.
I nod. “He wouldn’t have told anybody. He doesn’t tell people things that they are supposed to know, let alone something like that,” I reply.
Ben crosses his arms in front of him as he thinks. “How does that fucking idiot know that?”
I get the giggles at Ben’s accent.
“What’s funny?” He smirks.
I smile broadly. “I like the way you say fuck. It’s funny.”
“The way he fucks is funny as well I imagine,” Adrian murmurs dryly as he takes a sip. My eyes flick to Ben and his rugged handsomeness. Somehow I just don’t think that’s true and my beloved sister comes back to mind. What’s going on with them?