Page 61 of Unraveled

They couldn’t tell either. Jet and David slowed before coming to a stop beside each other and opened their doors, standing behind them while they waited for the verdict. Monty came over as the refs discussed, and finally, an arm was held out towards Jet’s Mustang. I’d just seen the smile light his face when he disappeared like he’d been yanked back inside, his car door still hanging open.

I couldn’t help but grin at that. Annie had started riding some of his races with him, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what she was likely doing to help him celebrate in that car.

Especially when they rolled up next to me a few minutes later and didn’t get out.

I watched the next three races before the Mustang’s door opened, steam fogged over the windows, and Jet ran around to get Annie’s. She straightened her shirt, and when they walked over to join me, I gave her a smirk and a look that told her to expect comments later.

The look I got back was worth it. She was so fun to fuck with at times.

“Not a word,” Annie warned me, gripping the edge of my tailgate to lift herself up. Jet grabbed her hips to pull her back between his legs, his arms sliding around her waist, and Annie looked around as she settled, the next race about to start. “I can’t believe this is probably our last time out here before graduation. Think Monty will work you in for another race tonight?” She glanced over her shoulder at him.

“Wouldn’t mind it.” Jet grinned, and I looked over from my other end of the tailgate.

“You know it’s going to be harder to find time to do this next year with football, right?”

Jet popped a shoulder, his eyes fixed on the next race, assessing the line up. “Guess I’ll have to get my fix in during the summers, then.”

“And if you ever get caught or hurt out here, you’ll be fucking with your scholarship.”

Jet frowned, but he needed to hear it. Watching the races was one thing, but driving was another level of risk. I hated being a dick and screwing with his high, but my mood was shit tonight.

After taking a couple of days to mentally prepare herself and gather evidence and dates, Izzy had finally gonedown to the police station with Blake today to file a restraining order against Zane, and I was not happy to hear we had to wait a couple of weeks for a hearing before itmighteven go through. Blake was almost certain it would, but I was pissed. I wanted Zane out of the picture. Now.

“It’s weird without Izzy here tonight.” Annie pouted, pulling me from my thoughts. And while I’d admit I loved the twins’ antics when the four of us were here together, I wasn’t risking it. Not before we had that hearing and the restraining order was in place.

Plus, tonight, I had other plans.

“You know why I didn’t want her to come.” I sent Annie a pointed look.

“I know. You’re right. She doesn’t need to be around Zane if he’s here. I’m not arguing that. I’m just saying it’s weird without her.”

Her eyes went back out to the crowd just like mine did. Izzy hadn’t even argued when I’d asked her not to come. She’d just given me a warning look, a kiss, and then called Leo so they could practice in her studio.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she knew what I was planning to do.

I hadn’t looked for him before, knowing it would have been hard to hold myself back, but now, my eyes scanned the crowd on the other side to search for Zane, knowing which section I’d likely find him. My brow shot up when I spotted David’s Firebird parked between Zane’s Mustang and a now familiar Pontiac GTO.

Annie must have seen it right when I did.

“Tell me that’s not the shadiest shit.” She glared at where Zane and David were hanging out with Ruby and her crew.

“Yeah.” My eyes narrowed, now wondering how deep Zane’s roots were in what Ruby had pulled. I wouldn’t put it past him after learning about Lisa.

“God, I can’t wait until your dad decides what to do about her ass, babe. You did file that sexual harassment complaint, right?”

Jet made a face, and I had a feeling it was good Annie couldn’t see it. I’d feel weird about it, too, though, so I didn’t blame him.

“Yeah,” he answered. “I did, which reminds me that I forgot to tell you it didn’t go over well. Dad pulled her into the office about it today, and she snapped at him. Rodrigo and I could hear her going off through the door.”

I winced, just picturing how that went over with Stef.

“You’re kidding?” Annie gaped, and Jet shook his head.

“No, and you know my dad. He cares about his employees, but he has no tolerance for disrespect. He sent her home, but I don’t think it’s looking good for her.”

Annie sent Jet a look over her shoulder. Whether she was just pissed or wounded, it was hard to tell. “She deserved it. Sheknewyou had a girlfriend, and she made a pass at work like it was no big deal. Bitch deserves what she gets. If she’s making it worse for herself, even better.”

“You’re right,” Jet quickly agreed, giving her waist a reassuring squeeze.

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