Page 44 of Dirt Driven

Heart melted.

When Bristol returned, she slipped her hand in mind. “He should win now. I sprinkled him with magical fairy dust.”

“Is that like cocaine?” Rosa asked, surfacing out of nowhere. “Can you sprinkle me with some?”

“Sure.” Bristol stopped walking and waved her hand at Rosa. “There you go.”

I smiled at Rosa, walking slowly. “Now all your dreams are going to come true.”

Rosa adjusted her neon pink visor on her head. “Looks like you’re getting a divorce then.”

I rolled my eyes again, walking faster. “Of course you’d wish for that.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault.”

“Uh-huh.”

At the T-shirt trailer, the roar of the engines echoed off the grandstands, a thick layer of dust looked like smoke in the air. As I walked through turns one and two and back behind the grandstands to the row of trailers, I noticed Mom working Dad’s trailer. She had the boys in there with her and all three of them were now covered in chocolate ice cream.

I frowned. “Mom, they haven’t even had dinner yet.”

She held her hands up. “I didn’t give it to them. Your dad did.”

“Of course he did.” I let go of Bristol and Savannah’s hands as they stepped inside the trailer with the boys. Pace shared his ice cream but Knox and Ryder, nope. Not a chance. Greedy little buggers. “Hey, can you watch the kids? Lily had to take Jonah to the ER.”

Mom’s face paled. “Why?”

“He got stung by a bee. He’s fine, but it was near his eye and swelled immediately.”

“Oh no. Poor Kid.”

“Hayden has Rowyn and Jacen with her in the trailer.”

“Where are you going?”

I held up my phone. “We’re doing a live tonight on Facebook and we can’t have Hayden do it.”

Mom laughed. “I got the babies.”

I went on to watch the dash, where Rager won, so I changed out of my brother’s shirt and into my husband’s. He smiled when he removed his helmet. He was in the midst of talking with Dad and Caden, but his attention was on me.

I waited until he was done before I made my way over to him and congratulated him. The sun had set in the distance, a red glow in the pits. He smiled, I smiled, and I leaned into him, fisting my hands into his racing suit. “You smell like the night I fell in love with you.”

He buried his face in the curve of my neck, laughter on his lips. “And you smell like dirt and chocolate.”

It felt good to be like this again tonight after the first part of the season. Despite the nagging reminder in the back of my head when he squeezed me tighter, I tried to ignore the pain in my chest.

He noticed and frowned, running his hand through his hair. “What’s the matter? Are you hurt?”

“I think I have a swollen milk duct or something,” I told him, pulling back.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yeah, it’s red and swollen.”

He swallowed, his brows knitted together. “Maybe you should make an appointment?”

“I will,” I assured him, knowing we didn’t have the opportunity to take this lightly. Not with my family history. “But don’t worry about it tonight. Go win. Bristol said she sprinkled you with magic fairy dust and you wouldn’t want to let down your little girl, would you?”

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