Page 98 of Happy Hour

“Nice job everyone,” Jameson said in the cool down laps. “Cole, you’re the man! I owe you one.”

“Don’t even worry about it. I’ll finish second any day if Darrin doesn’t win.”

Jameson laughed.

Of course, my hormones were flaring when Jameson did a burn out right in front of us in the infield.

There’s nothing this pit lizard loved more than burnouts. Well, now I’m lying but they do get me going.

Once in victory lane Jameson did his usually jump into his pit crew, post-race interviews and insane amount of pictures.

We were walking towards the media center where he had the contender’s conference when I finally got a chance to congratulate him.

“I’m so proud of you.” I told him giving him a squeeze around his waist, his arms draped over my shoulder.

“Thanks, I think you’re my good luck charm.” Jameson said leaning over to kiss my head.

Alley, who was in front of us, pushed a group of reporters aside so we could make it through the crowd.

“Nah, it must be all the sex.” I whispered. “It’s relaxing you.”

“It’s definitely helping.” He nodded giving me a squeeze, a soft chuckle fell from his lips. “I don’t think I’m going to let you leave. I’llneversurvive without you.”

“You’ll be fine. I hear Dana’s available.”

He growled in my ear shivering. “Don’teverjoke about that. She is fuckingcrazy.”

“What are you going to do?” You couldn’t miss the curiosity in my voice.

“Count down the days until I see you again.” He answered immediately.

“Well, you—” I began but was cut off by Darrin walking towards the media center.

Jameson’s grip around my waist tightened when he noticed him.

Darrin noticed the possessiveness and let out a dark mischievous chuckle. “I’m not after you’re girl Riley, I’m after you.” His eyes shifted to me. “She’s tempting though.”

My hothead reacted before I even realized what was happening.

“Stay the fuck away from her.” Jameson snarled pushing Darrin against the doors to the media center, his forearm nudged under his throat. “I will only warn youonce.”

“Relax Riley,” Darrin said in a strained tone. “Like I said, she’s not what I’m after.”

Jameson pulled him back and slammed him against the metal doors again. “Are you threatening me?”

“No, I’m warningyou.” Darrin struggled against him pushing back.

Before Jameson could do anything else, crew members from both teams fought to drag Jameson back.

“Have you lost your goddamn mind Jameson?” Kyle shouted in his face. “What don’t you understand about probation?”

“Get off me.” Jameson snapped pushing the door open to the media center.

The contender’s conference was hardly even about the race.

All the media cared about was the confrontation going on between Jameson and Darrin. They were eating this juvenile bullshit up and Jameson and his quick fuse wasn’t helping.

It was late by the time we were on the jet back to Mooresville but I was surprised to see Jameson’s family took a different jet home. Usually they’d fly together.

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