Ashton stayed quiet, but I could tell he knew more than he was showing.

"Why won't you—"

Screech

"—just tell me?" Frustration bubbled over, and I slammed my hand against the center console.

The car jerked to a halt, his hands gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles went white, veins standing out. I couldn't tear my eyes away.

"For the money," he finally said.

I turned to study his face, but he kept it angled ...