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The career part of her plan will take work since I’m unsure how to help. Her dating life, though, is easy. Halfway through the season wasn’t a joke. It was a promise and a warning.
I stare at my own newly created dating profile. The photos are fake, but at least the model has blond hair. I even chose the perfect name. Sarah’s roadmap and desire made creating the thing relatively easy.
People can sometimes dismiss stock car driving, or they think our aggression only comes out on the straightaway. That isn’t true. We’re always competing, and we do not take losing well.
I open up a direct message and tap my fingers against the laptop. The first message matters. She’ll block me if it’s the wrong one, and I’ll need to start again. Luckily, I already know what kind of man is perfect for her.
Me.
Sarah gave me a clue while we were at her vacation cabin. Her romance books featured dukes and pirates, nothing modern.
I start typing.
Martin: If you were to write a book, what genre would you pick?I’ve always wanted to write historical fiction.
I press send, knowing the wait won’t be long.
If she doesn’t want to date Jake Knowles, I’ll find another way.
7-Sarah
Rivers Motorsports Headquarters, North Carolina
I bite my lip to keep another silly smile away. There are thousands of horror stories about online dating. If Boone found out, there would be lectures about stalkers, serial killers, and worse. That’s true, but sometimes you get lucky.
Martin: Sports? I’m the only guy in North Carolina who can say he doesn’t care. Is that weird?
Sarah: Not at all. Many people don’t follow them, including me.
Martin: Are you still looking for a job?
Sarah: I received a form email this morning from one of them. They said I was not a suitable candidate, which makes no sense because I exaggerated my resume.
Martin: That’s the trick. You have to lie outright. Entry-level job? Then, you were the junior vice president and also in the executive training program.
I snort. We haven’t even talked in person yet, and he still makes me laugh during every exchange.
Sarah: I handle expense reports.
Martin: See, that’s the responsibility of the executive director of international finance and tax systems.
Sarah: I don’t know what that is.
“Can you do me a favor?” Maddie asks as she walks through my open door. “It’s a big one.”
“Yes, but only for you. How can I help?” I say withouthesitation.
“You haven’t heard yet.” She sits in the chair opposite me and leans her head back. “I’m tired.”
“Do you want me to turn the light off so you can nap?” That’s an excellent idea. “We both could.”
“That’s lovely, but not the favor. It’s Rebecca.” She works in marketing and handles much of the on-site work during races. “She had a death in the family and won’t attend the next two races.”
My heart sinks. “You want me to take her place?”
Maddie’s apologetic smile tells me she searched for other options first. “I would fill in, but Boone…”
“Yes, I know. My brother has always been incredibly selfish, with no care or regard for his younger sister.” I shake my head and throw in a dramatic sigh. Maddie ignores it like she always does. “I could convince Julian to go clubbing with me in Vegas.”
