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“What?” I shrugged. “It is.”

Emma shook her head because really, that statement shouldn’t surprise anyone that knew me.

“That was awesome,” Spencer said through a series of snorts.

At least that’s what I think he said. He did have an entire mouth full of food, so really, he could have said anything.

The rest of breakfast was quiet and surprisingly, I didn’t say anything else to embarrass myself any further.

When we were finally in the car Alley rented us, another mini-van, Jameson finally spoke of his meeting with Simplex and his dad this morning.

“So you’re on probation?” Aiden asked.

“Yeah,” Jameson sighed looking down at his cell phone he was currently answering emails on. “I got fined twenty-five thousand and probation for the rest of the season.”

“That’s bullshit!” Spencer barked from the driver seat. “They know damn well it washisfault.”

“Believe me, I know.” Jameson agreed with a roll of his eyes. “But what else am I going to do? Phillip thinks it’s in our best interest not to appeal the decision and just keep our nose clean for the remainder of the season.”

“What did dad and Randy say?” Emma asked making herself a scarf out of a napkin she stole from the restaurant.

Resourceful little thing she was.

“Dad was too pissed to say anything and Randy, well you know Randy he just did a lot of screaming. I’m not really sure what all he said.” Jameson admitted, his eyes remained on his phone but he shrugged once. “My head hurt too badly to argue with them, so I just sat there.”

“So, what are you going to do about Darrin?” Spencer asked pulling into the airport parking lot.

“I’m going find the motherfucker away from the track and finish what he started.” Jameson replied, pointblank.

You couldn’t threaten a guy like Jameson Riley and get away with it. You couldn’t try to control him either without pushback. That’s something Darrin Torres was about to learn the hard way.

You see, the more you pushed him, the more he defied you. Back when he raced USAC, I saw this side of him more time than not and every time, his reactions remained the same.

Defiance.

9.Blue Flag–Sway

Blue Flag – The flagman will use this flag to signal to a driver that a faster car is either approaching (steady flag) or attempting a pass (waved flag). The driver being flagged has no obligation to do anything other than be alert, maintain the racing line and avoid intentionally obstructing the faster car.

“I can’t believe Alley rented this goddamn thing?”

“She’syourwife...” Jameson pointed when we arrived at his parent’s house.

“I feel like I’m driving a vagina on wheels.”

“Like I said, she’syourwife, dude.” Jameson laughed. “And good luck with the whole,” he motioned to his hair and ass. “Just...good luck.” He patted Spencer on the back as we got out of the mini-van.

It was around midnight when we arrived at his parent’s house in Mooresville. After last night, and spending the day with Spencer and Emma, I needed sleep.

As soon as Jameson and I got inside his room, we both fell on the bed tangled together asleep within mere minutes.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt so much better. My ass still hurt from my new tattoo but mentally and physically, I was feeling much better.

I swore to myself I would never drink that much Tequilaeveragain. I’m sure that resolution wouldn’t last though. I’d said that before, hell I even attempted to sue them back in high school when I woke up naked in the back of my truck after polishing off a half bottle, okay an entire bottle by myself. Regardless, I was sure I didn’t mean it but I felt better already even if I was lying to myself.

Jameson was still asleep on his stomach so I decided to let him sleep. After showering and dressing in my new underwear I purchased, I made my way downstairs.

When I walked into the Riley’s gigantic kitchen, I suddenly remembered how much I enjoyed cooking. Back home, I usually cooked for Charlie but since I’d been on my pretend summer vacation, I hadn’t done much but spread my legs.

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