Stella shot Haynes a surprised glance. “You know about this?”
He shrugged. “When I was younger, I spent a few years racing.”
Fast cars—every man’s dream, Stella thought. Not one of them could resist.
From what she knew, all three of her brothers had a thing for racing. She’d seen Skyler’s old trophies and photos from his racing days lining the shelves in his study.
At the Williams estate, Skyler’s garage looked more like an auto show, packed wall-to-wall with cars—an almost ridiculous display. And Jonathan, Israel, and Coleman? Their collections could rival a museum.
Compared to them, Aurora didn’t own as many, but every car she drove was top-of-the-line.
It seemed the whole Williams family had inherited Skyler’s love for racing.
Stella used to think she wasn’t interested. But after dabbling in it for a while, she had to admit—genes were a powerful thing.
Still, if given the choice between the violin and fast cars, her heart always belonged to the violin.
After Haynes’s answer, Stella didn’t ask any more questions.
But Haynes, unusually chatty tonight, wasn’t finished. “So, you’re into cars too?”
He wasn’t talking about knowing how to drive—he meant racing.
Stella replied, “I know a little.”
Haynes remembered the rainy day her car stalled, the way she’d popped the hood and checked the engine—at first, he’d thought she was just going through the motions, probably didn’t really know what she was doing. But now, it seemed she was far more capable than he’d given her credit for.
He glanced over at Stella. The streetlights outside painted broken patterns across the window.
In the dim, shifting light, her delicate profile seemed almost unfamiliar. For a moment, it was as if he didn’t know the woman sitting beside him at all.
She spoke several languages, played the violin, knew her way around race cars…
What else was there about Stella he’d never discovered?
A strange feeling stirred in Haynes—curiosity, and an unexpected thrill. Like he’d just stumbled on hidden treasure.
She wasn’t sure if that meant she’d healed, or if she was just the kind of person who never forgot a slight.
Then, Stella suddenly asked, “Rachel can’t do any of this?”
She rarely played the instigator, but in this moment, she couldn’t help herself. She didn’t want things to be so easy for Haynes and Rachel.
Haynes answered, “Rachel’s health isn’t great. She doesn’t do anything that strenuous.”
Stella arched an eyebrow. “Really? Was she always so delicate when you were together?”
He nodded. “Yeah, she was often sick back then too.”
Stella laughed inwardly. Probably just another excuse for Rachel to get close to Haynes. That trick never failed her.
In the past, Stella would have hated even hearing Rachel’s name. But now, with her feelings for Haynes gone, she found she didn’t mind it so much. In fact, knowing her enemy better only made her more determined to hit them where it hurt.
She asked, “I heard Rachel say more than once that you two met while she was practicing piano in the back garden. Is that true?”
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