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GS: Some people might say Gamble is giving street racers an official platform to break the law.

DF: Some people call the last meal of the day supper, but I call it dinner.

GS: You don’t want to comment directly on the legal vs illegal driving?

DF: It isn’t considered illegal if it’s a new sport. So basically, there’s nothing to comment about.

GS: Is it really a new sport or a variation of an established one?

DF: Again, supper vs dinner.

GS: You mentioned rivalry. I witnessed firsthand the one you have with a driver by the last name of Lorhaven.

<More in-depth details on this heated rivalry on page 265. Also, check out my fun random car facts article on page 205!>

DF: He thinks he’s a better driver than me. I don’t agree.

GS: So how deep does this rivalry go between you?

DF: Deep enough that if you watch the races, you’ll be able to see it.

GS: So you think Lorhaven will make it past the preliminaries?

DF: If he doesn’t, he wouldn’t be a very worthy rival, would he?

<See? Charming.>

GS: Tell me something personal about Drew Forrester.

DF: I like to sleep naked.

GS: I feel I should make it a point to mention, you know, in case any of our female readers want to know, that you are very good-looking and I’m sure even more so naked.

DF: I haven’t heard any complaints.

GS: Are you single?

DF: At the moment? Yes.

GS: Looking for love?

DF: I don’t think people should look for love. I think people should let love find them.

GS: Ah, a romantic.

DF: I have my moments.

GS: So what kind of qualities do you look for in a girlfriend?

DF: I like it when people just be themselves.

GS: Okay, why should people watch this new revolution in racing?

DF: Because indie drivers deserve the recognition.



As you can see, Drew Forrester talks a lot like he races. He doesn’t hold back. Or does he? Something tells me this interview only scratched the surface of what’s going on under his hood.

Even though he doesn’t seem to think he’s now the face of this “revolution” in racing, I would beg to differ. Only time will tell if he’ll make it to the championship race at Gamble Speedway. But one thing is for certain.

Drew Forrester is a driver everyone needs to watch.





Drew

A week passed.

Emily sent over the draft of the feature she wrote about me and the new division. Pulling it up in the email made me apprehensive, because in truth, I had no idea what she was going to write.

The conversation (or was it a confrontation?) we had at the end, which she claimed was “off the record,” could have been a lie. Or perhaps the shit I said had been too enticing not to write down.

I took it as a good sign she was sending it to me so early, because if there was anything in there I didn’t like, I had time to do whatever I needed to get the shit pulled out.

There was no need, though. It was a good article, even if she did imply at the end she knew more about me than she let on. Most people wouldn’t think anything of it because they weren’t there behind the scenes.

Overall, it would definitely set the world of racing upside down. I forwarded it to Gamble, and he was thrilled. He seemed more confident than ever this whole endeavor was going to be a huge success.

Joey went home because she had her own training and shit to do, but I hadn’t seen the last of her. We had plans to meet up again next week when I drove back down to Gamble Speedway for meetings and more driving.

Lots of decisions needed to be made, lots of promotion and interviews to do.

I was excited.

My life was suddenly on the brink of total epic, and it was going there in the fast lane. Not only was my career white hot, but my family was healthy and happy.

Trent was mine.

I wasn’t sure what was a bigger rush—driving at two hundred miles per hour or knowing T would be sneaking into my room at night. And no, it wasn’t just the orgasms. It wasn’t the blowjobs or even the magical shit he did with his hands.

It was him—plain and simple. It was having my best friend become my lover, my heart, and the center of my world.

I didn’t like sneaking around, and neither did he. But it was a decision we made together, and I knew it wouldn’t last forever. I loved him too much to hide it. I knew we’d face a lot of opposition. We’d face hate, and people we thought were friends might turn their backs.

I had to tell my father. That was probably the hardest thing to wrap my brain around.

Not only did I turn my back on the career he wanted for me, but now I was turning my back on the family he always thought I would have.

The thing was I didn’t want the perfect family he’d invented in his head. I wanted the one that lived in my heart. I couldn’t have that without Trent.