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Thad used to drive for us. He was a proud member of Grander Racing, and our top driver.

We dated and life was good until it wasn’t. Until the moment I walked in on him and two other women.

Yes, two.

My father didn’t take kindly to Thad and he left the team. This was over a year ago. And I have to say, there isn’t a part of me that misses that man.

Thad’s blond hair ruffles in the wind and he uses a hand to smooth it down. “I love racing, and yesterday’s race was a pure testament to how much I love the sport,” he says into the microphone like he’s reciting something his team wrote for him word for word.

“Ha,” Danger blurts out. “That’s a load of horse shit.”

I shake my head, trying my best to get his attention.

Danger meets my eyes and then stops. “What I mean to say is, sure, the race was fine and all. I was even telling my girlfriend, Monterey, after the race how I love the sport.”

Thad’s blue eyes slam into mine, anger written across his face.

“Monterey Grander?” the announcer asks.

“Yes, I just really have a soft spot for a pretty woman in heels.” Danger smiles in my direction and now everyone’s turned their heads and gawks at me.

I shake my head again. “Hi,” I peep out with a little wave.

The cameras flash, taking picture after picture. This is not the way I wanted to come out as a couple to the world.

Women coo and say, ‘aw how sweet’ in the background, but I’m sure most women are staring at me with pure jealousy in their eyes. And of course, I’d be jealous too. Danger’s panty-dropping gorgeous. I know I’ve said it before, but I don’t think anyone can really grasp how hot he is unless you’re struck dumb with one stare from him.

Danger laughs. “That’smywoman,” he says into the microphone, but it almost feels like he’s staking his claim and my skin erupts with goosebumps.

Chapter5

Danger

I stare into a camera with Monterey by my side. I place a hand on her backside, dangerously close to her tight ass, and she pushes my hand up higher. I laugh.

The main reason I couldn’t keep myself from telling the world that Monterey was my girl was because of her ex-boyfriend, Thad Jeffries. I heard they dated a long time ago, and I wasn’t gonna pass up the opportunity to put that fucker in his place.

And damn it worked. After the press conference I could see Thad trying to get some alone time to talk to Monterey, but she wasn’t having it.

She’s strong. And I have to say I like that about her.

She’s way too good for the likes of me, and if this thing were ever real, well, she’d realize that and leave me right where I stand.

Good thing it’s fake.

TheDaily Newstakes one more snapshot of us and then the photographer smiles and nods. “Got enough,” he says and walks away.

“So, Monty, did you like your introduction as my girl?”

“Ok, no nicknames. Especially Monty. I sound like a poodle or something.”

I laugh. “Sorry, I just wanted to hurt Thad where it counts.”

She pulls me in for a hug when another reporter walks by. “It was actually perfect. I think I just might dislike him more than you.”

I let her arms wrap around me, and for once in my life I let this non-sexual act unfold. It feels weird. I don’t think I’ve been hugged, like an actual hug, in a really long time.

My eyes must be registering as all shock because Monterey takes one look at them and drops her hands to her side. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to touch…” her words fall away when I wrap my arms around her waist and squeeze her tight.

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