“Does it bother you?” Asher asked quietly. “Me racing.” “I…” I tried to wrestle my thoughts into some semblance of coherence before I answered. I knew he loved the thrill, and I didn’t want to take that away from him. But every time he got behind the wheel, he put his career and his life in danger. Could I really sit by and let him take that risk without pointing out the dangers? He’d been lucky so far, but all it took was one stroke of bad luck to end everything. I knew that better than anyone.
