It was a bunch of horseshit.
I couldn’t wait ‘til the indies could prove themselves. No, we wouldn’t be driving against the pro drivers, because we were in a different division.
But maybe someday.
Until then, it would be sweet enough to make them share the spotlight.
I wondered about Gamble, if he was getting the ball rolling. I was anxious to get started. The sooner we could make this happen, the sooner I could get the hell out from behind this desk.
My babysitter was supposed to be here tonight. I knew nothing about him except his name was Joey. I hoped he wasn’t some stuck-up driver who thought he was better just because he was a pro.
If that were the case, it was going to be a long fucking couple weeks. Or however long he was supposed to be riding shotgun with me.
Trent knew the guy was coming today. He hadn’t said shit about it. Did he just not care anymore?
Maybe he’s just busy. Chill, dude.
God. I was acting like a goddamned woman.
He’d call when he could. He did have a busy schedule.
Ten minutes before quitting time, I shut down the programs I had open and powered off my desktop. I made a show of straightening up my paperwork and desk and thumbed through a few more pages of GearShark before the clock finally hit five.
I sprang up out of my office chair with more excitement than I’d showed the entire day, grabbed my suit jacket, and hot-footed it outside.
In the parking lot, I unknotted the tie and let it drape over my shoulders. After I unbuttoned the buttons at my neck, I rolled the sleeves up to my elbows and shoved my hands through my hair, messing it up a little.
I was feeling more like myself already.
The Fastback was parked near the building, and I paused to throw my suit jacket in the trunk, exchanging it for my leather.
Before I took off, I checked my phone. Still no calls or texts.
On the way home, I played the music as loud as I could stand and cracked the window so the cold air swirled around in the interior.
If it were summer, I’d have all the windows rolled down. Nothing better than an open road, loud music, and the fresh air whipping through the car. It was complete freedom.
When I pulled up to the house, the Mustang jerked a little, following my sudden reaction to the unfamiliar car in the driveway.
Unfamiliar in a familiar way that is.
The neon-yellow Skyline was unmistakable. I’d just raced it over the weekend when it appeared on the track out of nowhere.
And disappeared just as quickly.
No introduction. No greeting. Nothing.
When I asked about the driver, Gamble smiled and told me he’d be my mentor.
I couldn’t exactly tell him no, though I really fucking wanted to. The last person I wanted to learn anything from was some douche who thought he was too good to introduce himself to me. And he drove like an asshole.
A fast asshole, but one all the same.
Fine. The dude could drive. I could barely keep up.
He was probably arrogant about it, too.
Since I didn’t have a choice, I pulled into the driveway, around the Skyline (avoiding looking at it), and parked in my usual spot.
B’s sweet-ass fancy truck was in the driveway. It was spotless. I was pretty sure he still got a hard-on when he looked at it. It was a Christmas gift from everyone. When Ivy asked me what kind of truck would be good for her husband, I jokingly pointed to one that was rare, expensive, and badass.
I never thought she’d get ahold of one.
I really should’ve known better. All she had to do was go bat her eyes at Romeo and the truck appeared just like that.
Rome seriously had some pull in life. There wasn’t anything I’d seen him want that he didn’t get.
I glanced in the rearview and made out the shape of someone sitting in the driver’s seat. Clearly, they were waiting for me.
I resisted the urge to bang my head on the steering wheel and got out. I didn’t hurry over to the car (which was clearly well taken care of). Instead, I took my time, like I was taking a stroll.
The sky was twilight, daylight fading fast. In the next half hour or so, the sky would be totally dark.
I was ready for summer. Warm nights. Long days.
The door opened, and I stopped walking, bracing myself for this guy. A pair of small feet hit the ground, and my forehead wrinkled.
I watched, fascinated, as the person stepped around the door and slammed it closed.
My eyes traveled from the feet, up the black denim-covered legs, rounded hips, narrow waist, and my mouth dropped open when I hit the pair of perfectly globe-like tits.
“You’re gonna catch flies,” the stranger said, clear amusement in her voice.
Yeah. Her.
It was a woman.
I forced my eyes off her chest (which was seriously impressive) to her face. I blinked.
“You’re a girl.”
Her straight, white teeth flashed beneath pale, glossy lips. “Nice of you to notice.”