Lila's POV
"Leo." I grabbed his wrist before he could pull it fully back into his sleeve, gentle but firm. "Talk to me. Who did this? What the f**k is going on here?”
"It's nothing." He tugged free, tucking his hand into his pocket like that would somehow make the bruise disappear. "Banged it up in the garage. Dropped a wrench on myself like an idiot."
"Bullshit." I stepped closer, refusing to let him retreat. "That's not a drop-a-wrench bruise, Leo. That's a somebody-grabbed-you-hard bruise. I know the difference. I thought we are closer than this, Leo."
"Lila, drop it. There’s nothing more to this story."
"No." My voice cracked sharper than I meant it to, fear bleeding through where I wanted to sound calm. "You're about to ride into a race against a man I know for a fact doesn't pla
