Apollo
I stared at the woman. She had a nervous smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She stood there, looking right at me, as if that wasn’t the most absurd offer I’d heard in a decade.
Drive me?
My eyes narrowed, and my jaw tightened. Did she even realize what she was saying? No one ever offered to drive me, not my business partners, not my friends, not even my father. And that man offered everything just to manipulate me
Because they all knew. Apollo Reed doesn’t drive. And no one drives him but Austin.
After my wife died in a car accident, I hadn’t been the same. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to start a car, let alone drive one. That’s why I had a room and bathroom set up in my office, so I wouldn’t have to get on the road.
The doctor had called it trauma
