Drivers can be difficult at times, especially on race day. They’re tense and stressed, so it’s best not to stoke the fire. Keep it courteous. He might be acting like a bit of a tool, but he’s a driver, and I need to respect that.
“Of course you were,” he says dismissively. Then, he leans in close. “You might be naive enough to think that Ryan hired you based on your skill set. He didn’t. He hired you because of your bra size. The guy has no class and treats this profession like a joke. He’s a selfish bastard who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself.”
Wow. Okay.
I flicker a glance at Damon, who gives me a look of sympathy before turning away.
“I wouldn’t say that—” I start to defend Carrick.
“Everything okay here?” Carrick cuts me off.
I spin around to him. His stare is on Nico. Carrick’s face is perfectly blank, but in his eyes is a world of anger.
“Everything’s fine.” Nico smiles, baring teeth at Carrick. “I was just letting Andi know what she’s gotten herself into, working for you.”
Carrick lets out a sardonic laugh. “I’m sure you were. Andressa, do you have a minute?” His fingers press against my upper arm.
Even through my coveralls, I feel his touch, like it was on my bare skin.
“Yes, of course.” Feeling a little deflated, I follow Carrick as Nico turns away from us.
When we’ve reached Carrick’s side of the garage, I stop and ask, “So, what do you need me for?”
“Nothing. Just getting you away from Nico. He’s a pompous prick with a massive chip on his shoulder.”
I cover a laugh.
I want to agree, but I don’t want to be seen dissing a driver, especially of Nico’s caliber. It would be unprofessional of me.
“He’s definitely interesting,” I say, choosing my words carefully.
“He’s a twat. And I can guarantee whatever he said about me was probably only about sixty percent true. He just hates me because I won more races in my first two years than he has in his whole career. Fucking tosser.”
I laugh. I can’t stop this one.
I’ve noticed that Carrick does that a lot—makes me laugh.
I like it.
“My advice, don’t talk to Nico unless you absolutely have to.”
“Okay. Got it, boss.” Grinning cheekily, I give him a salute.
I see a light flicker in his eyes. “Boss? Hmm…I like that.”
“Carrick?”
He turns at the sound of his dad’s voice, who looks a little less than pleased when he sees Carrick is talking to me.
“Coming.” He lifts a hand to Owen. Looking back at me, Carrick says, “Catch you before the race, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He gives me one of his heart-stopping smiles, leaving me feeling a little breathless, and then he turns to go with his dad.
I don’t really get a chance to talk to Carrick when he comes back down as we’re all busy as hell getting his car ready, and he goes straight outside, having photos taken, meeting people—sponsors most likely—and doing interviews. I notice how he laps up the attention of the grid girls and brolly dollies.
But I’m…whatever. It doesn’t bother me in the slightest.
When Carrick finally comes back in, it’s time for him to get in his car. I have my helmet on as do all the mechanics since we’re in the pit. But somehow, he manages to lock eyes with me.
He gives me a cheeky wink and then grabs his helmet, pulling it on over his fireproof balaclava. He climbs in the cockpit and gets strapped in. Ben fits his steering wheel, and Carrick’s good to go.
We all head back into the garage. I pull my helmet off, so I can watch the race on the screens.
I cast a glance at Uncle John, who is sitting at the control desk with Pierce and Owen.
Then, my eyes go back to the screens, and I watch as Carrick sets off on his warm-up lap. The roar of the engines vibrates through me.
God, I love this.
I watch as the cars zigzag from side to side along the straights, warming up their tires. But my eyes are mainly focused on Carrick’s car. The bright blue of his helmet glints in the sun.
Finally, all the cars file around the pit straight and take positions on the grid. Carrick is in pole position as he qualified first yesterday. It’s a great start to the season, and I know Carrick is happy with it.
Then, the atmosphere heightens, and I find myself holding my breath as the five traffic lights above the starting line glow red, red, red, red, red. Then, they go out…and it’s GO!
Carrick has a great start, taking the first corner like the pro he is.
As the laps go on, he starts to pull away from the pack, taking a good lead.
When he comes in for a tire change, the vibe is good all around. The pit crew gets to work on changing his tires.