Page 66 of Happy Hour

Jimi shook his head, and backed away from Jameson. “I have a plane to catch.” He turned sharply and walked away. Thisalsohappened often. “Try to stay out of trouble for one damn weekend.”

Jameson ran his hand across the back of his neck and then looked my direction. Again, I didn’t know what to do so I winked at him. Girls could wink, right?

I didn’t expect it given his mood but he winked back before turning to his torn up race car.

Emma walked up and sat down next to me outside the hauler. “Come shopping with me, I’m bored.”

“And missthisexcitement, not a chance.” I leaned back in the chair and watched my hot head at work. It was almost as good as watching him drive the car last night.

“What happened?” Emma asked motioning towards the car.

The crew and Jameson were frantically changing out the engine.

“Darrin wrecked him when he was entering pit road.” I answered still staring at Jameson who was now bent over the fender providing me with a wonderful view.

“Seriously?”

I nodded, my eyes focused ahead.

“What an asshole!” she looked down at her phone in her lap and then grinned. “I heard you called Chelsea and Mariah lesbians.”

I whipped my head around. “How’d you know about that?”

“Dana.”

“Who’s Dana?”

“Another pit lizard in love with Jameson,”

“What? How did I not know about her?”

Emma waved her hand around dismissively. “She’s harmless, a little crazy, but ostensibly harmless. She doesn’t come around him though after Las Vegas. He found her in his motor coach one night and ended up calling the police on her because she refused to leave.”

I laughed. “I would have liked to see that.”

“Watch this,” Emma’s once amused smile took on a wicked edge. “Jameson?” she chimed towards him.

Jameson didn’t look up but grunted, “What?” as he tightened bolts down.

“Dana says hello.”

Slowly, he looked up at her, the color drained from his face while he stared at Emma with a wary expression.

We both burst into laughter, as did the rest of the crew working on the car. Emma was laughing so hard there were tears streaming down her face while she pointed at Jameson and laughed louder holding her stomach.

“Fuck all of you!” he shouted, slamming the door to the hauler.

Emma leaned closer to me. “The best part was she stole a pair of his underwear when she was in there.” She burst into laughter yet again.

None of us saw Jameson again until it was his turn to qualify.

Kyle went inside to let him know and then went down to the garage, leaving me the only one there at the hauler.

I wasn’t sure what he did in there for two hours but his hair in complete disarray when he emerged, appearing to have taken a nap. He walked over to me and sat down in the chair Emma had been sitting in to tie his shoes.

“I thought you would have come in there.” His voice was thick from sleep.

“I thought you could use a nap and I was spending some time with Emma. She left to go get some dinner with Aiden.”

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