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“Not behind the wheel, and not with you. I won’t quit, Princess.” Not until you’re mine.
“You’re going to be late.” She shakes her head with apparent amusement. “I’ll cheer you on during the race. I’ll be watching it with Maddie again.”
“I’m going to be so awesome; your voice will go hoarse from cheering.”
“Top five finish, then we’ll see.”
I grin because she just agreed to a date. “You’re amazing.” My phone dings, and I groan. People will be looking for me soon. “Thank you for letting me stay over.”
“Top five, Jake.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
∞∞∞
I was late for a sponsor visit and another sponsor visit, and now I’m late for the driver’s meeting. Absolutely fucking worth it.
Even after a shower and clean clothes, I can still smell the soft floral scent of Sarah’s perfume. That was my best night of sleep in months.
I scan the large meeting room, trying to find an empty chair. It’s a full house, with media and guests also attending. My eyes bulge upon finding the lone empty chair, primarily because of the occupant in the seat next to it.
“Boone,” I say, in a vague sort of mumble.
He glances at me and frowns. “Surfer boy. Good of you to join us. Tardiness is an excellent strategy for today’s race. You should keep it up.”
“I was aiming for a grand appearance. Anything for another camera on me.” It’s complete bullshit, but it will go over better than the truth. “You could learn from me. Hey, I can give lessons if you think it would help.”
I stayed the night with your sister. I tried hard to shag her but struck out. Want to hang out?
If this continues, we’ll come to blows, earning ourselves another fine. That’s the last thing I need.
“I prefer a more professional approach with the media. If it works for you, that’s great.” Boone’s tone makes his opinion clear. “You’ll need it.”
“I’m going to beat your ass today.”
Boone eyes me, his entire body dismissive. “Lots of luck on the track today, surfer boy. You’ll need it.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Is that what you did last night?” He laughs soundlessly and turns his attention elsewhere.
My mood sours, but then the bigwigs file up to the front, and I forget about the guy next to me.
He’s Sarah’s older brother, so our mutual dislike needs to be resolved.
Not today, though, because a top five finish means dinner and much more.
∞∞∞
“Jake, there you are.” Bert slides up next to me. He dabs at his forehead and cheeks with a handkerchief. “Dry heat, my sorry ass. Heat is still heat.”
How did he survive in race cars on concrete tracks? Heat exhaustion isn’t unusual in the sport.
“Morning, Bert,” I say, keeping it light because a sarcastic comment would not be well received. He also doesn’t deserve one. “Is Pierce with us today?” It’s a casual question because his partner attends races, even if he hasn’t been around this season. Sarah told me to avoid detective work, but this doesn’t count.
“He’s working on some other business deals. The tech world is too complicated for me.” Bert pulls at his waistline. “I didn’t mean for our conversation to end abruptly yesterday.”
Funny, it went fine for me except for the weird feeling. That’s still a worry. “It’s not a problem. You were busy.”
