Page 30 of The Harder You Fall (Rixon Raiders 3)

“It could never work,” I said, mentally running over all the reasons me and Asher were a terrible idea.

“There was a time I would have said the same thing about me and Jason,” Felicity pointed out.

“Yeah, but that’s different.”

“Is it? I know you think you come from different worlds but what’s that saying, ‘opposites attract’? Who knows? Maybe you’re exactly what each other needs.”

My eyes darted to the doorway. “I should probably get home, my aunt will be—”

“Want a piece of advice? Don’t run. These Raider boys have a way of getting what they want, and whether you want it or not, I think Asher wants you.”

I gawked at her, the air sucked clean from my lungs. He’d made no secret of the fact he felt something for me. Even made me admit I felt it too. But everything was so easy for him or, at least, I’d thought it was before tonight. But now I didn’t know what to think. I’d heard no rumors around town about his father; nothing to make me question the kind of childhood he’d had.

From the outside, Asher Bennet had it all.

Money.

Looks.

A bright future ahead of him.

Everyone knew looks could be deceiving though, and I couldn’t shake the feeling there was more to Asher than met the eye.

I knew I should walk away. Walk away and forget all about the football player with the easy smi

le and glint in his eye. But the fixer in me couldn’t just forget.

Mom always said I was drawn to broken things. Right since I was a little girl and used to feed the neighborhood’s stray cats. Then Jermaine came along with his crooked smile and nose for trouble and that was it, I’d never wanted to fix something as much as I’d wanted to fix him.

“Mya?” Flick’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I blinked over at her.

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

“Just tired. I should go.”

“You could always stay here. It’s late and I don’t like the idea of you walking home alone.”

“It’s not that far.” And I’d walked through much worse neighborhoods at night.

“Let me ask Jason—”

“Ask me what?” He appeared at the door, his brows drawn tight.

“Can you give Mya a ride home?”

“It’s fine, I can walk.”

“Come on, tough girl,” he teased. “I only had one beer.”

Riding with Jason, alone, was the last place I wanted to be, but Flick gave me a nod of encouragement before gazing up at him with stars in her eyes. “Thanks, babe,” she said. “I’ll finish cleaning up. Call you tomorrow.” That was for me.

I gave her a tight smile before following Jason out of the house. His restored Dodge Charger glistened in the moonlight. “You going to stand there all night or get in?” he said.

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“You’re one of Felicity’s best friends which makes you my friend. Now get in the damn car.”