Page 165 of Happy Hour

Are you good now?

YES!

Wow, that was quick.I laughed snuggling into the couch and enjoying the teasing.

You have no idea.

Don’t worry, only a few more days and I will be taking care of it.

Looking forward to it, I miss you and love you!

Same to you handsome.

The time away from Jameson flew by and soon we were together again. Only problem was, I wasn’t exactly feeling dapper.

I hated throwing up, truly I did. I had a strong feeling this was why I was in a really bad mood. Bitchy and exhausted, I felt like crying with all this added stress upon me. That could have had a hand in it but it could also be that shark week (my period) was on its way; I assumed. I always got extra emotional and tired around that terrible week.

The other draining stress, Jameson and I didn’t know that first thing about running a racetrack. The lack of knowledge was becoming evident when Mallory was telling me how to do a job I’d been training to do since I was a kid. I knew how to do my job but I didn’t knowhowto be a General Manager as well.

“Sway, you’re never going to guess who’s here!” Emma ran up to me throwing her hands on my shoulders.

EmmaandJameson were both here for the weekend for the Northern Sprint Tour. Although Jameson wasnotthrilled about Emma tagging along, he should have thought about that before he went and put her in charge of his fan club.

My stomach was still rolling as I stood there staring at her. Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that second corn dog or the nachos.

“Who?” I asked focusing on her excitement instead of the rolling in my stomach.

“Dana...”

“No way,”

What in the hell was she doing in Elma?Was my first thought, but then I knew the answer to that. She was stalking Jameson.

“Yep...let’s go talk to her.” Emma yanked me along towards the concession stands. “Do you think she’ll go for it?”

“I’m sure she’s going to want something in exchange.” I thought about it for a second. “Maybe like a picture or something.”

“Yeah,” Emma snorted. “of his...ahem...”

“Not happening.” I stated firmly. “I’m the only one that sees the camshaft from here on out.”

Stopping next to the bathrooms, Emma nodded to the coffee stand under the grandstands. “There she is. That’s her friend Sadie standing with her.” She pointed to the one with blonde hair.

“Which one is Dana?” I just now realized I’d never seen her before.

“She’s the one with brown curly hair. She did have blonde highlights the last time I saw her in Charlotte but it appears she’s trying to resemble a certain someone.” Emma looked at my hair, playing with a strand. I slapped her tiny hand away.

Dana had dyed her hair theexactsame color as mine. Nudging Emma forward, I told her, “Go talk to her.”

She stepped forward and then reached for me with a nervous expression. “You’re coming with me.”

I really didn’t want to meet Dana right now. I didn’t feel good, I had Mallory making me crazy today, and Jameson was all kinds of stressed out, which stressed me out.

We stopped right in front of them.

“Oh Emma, hey, how’s—” Dana looked towards me and stopped talking all together, scrutinizing my entire body.

I felt like she was undressing me—not that she wasn’t. I knew what she was doing; she was comparing herself to me. I would’ve done the same given her position.

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