“I do.” He swept his hand toward the other end of the sofa. “Have a seat.”As soon as Lars had flopped into place, Bryan rose, slid his hands into the front pockets of his perfectly pressed black pants, then rocked back on his heels and said nothing.Darcy had said the kid was scared of him but only now did Bryan truly believe.Lars’s eyes widened and his face went pale.Bryan had dressed with purpose that morning. Black and white. Ironed and collared shirt. Dress shoes. He’d shaved. The only time he looked this way was when he held a formal press conference.And that’s exactly the image Bryan wanted dancing through his young driver’s mind.Lars’s normal cockiness returned quickly. “So, what’s up?”“Nothing’s up, but my patience is low.” He paced the length of the sofa, then back. “I understand you went by the shop yesterday.”Lars shrugged jerkily. “Just wanted to talk to the guys.”Bryan paused and glanced over at him. “Oh, right.”“Hey, we could be running better, you know.
