Page 48 of Prove Me Wrong
Nodding, I lie down beside Jade, who snuggles into my chest. My face rests against Noah’s pillow, and I’m suddenly surrounded by his familiar, earthy, fresh scent that I’m starting to crave. Green eyes stare through the screen as I prop it up against the lamp and kiss Jade’s soft hair.
“I’m sorry you can’t be here with her,” I say without looking up at him. I feel my cheeks blushing.
“Yeah, me too,” he mumbles, lying back down in the hotel room, gaze scouring my face through the screen before frowning. “Have you been crying?”
Chewing on my lip, I shake my head. “Just tired. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay,” Noah mutters, but he doesn’t sound very convinced. “I know she can be a lot when she’s not feeling well. And I hate being away when she’s sick.”
“You can’t help it, though.” My mouth twitches sideways. “You did really well today,” I murmur as Jade’s breathing quietens.
His eyes widen a little at my words. “You watched qualifying?”
I nod against the pillow and watch as happiness sweeps over his fair features. “Of course I did.”
“You didn’t have to, Grey.”
I huff out a soft laugh. “Yes, I did. I had to see how skilled your driving was after you bragged last weekend.”
His eyes roll, and I feel a smile pulling in my cheekbones. “Told you I was good.”
My teeth bite my bottom lip as I fight off a wider grin. “Yeah, you did. But tomorrow will be the real decider.”
“Decider of what exactly?” His tone grows thicker, as if fighting off the sleep pulling him under. I feel the same, struggling to keep my eyes open.
“If you really are the best out there.”
He chuckles huskily, and I allow myself to enjoy the sound washing over me. “Does that mean I have to win?”
My head shakes softly, eyelids heavy. “No. Even if you come last, you’ll still be great to me, thirty-four,” I mumble.
The phone goes quiet.
I try blinking to make sure that the connection hasn’t cut off, but my eyelids feel like they’re made of concrete.
I hear a soft, “Goodnight, Grey,” before I’m pulled into a short sleep that’s woken by a painful scream.
Chapter Seventeen
NOAH
My foot slams on the brake pedal for the sharp turn, fumes slowly filling the inside of the car. Three cars are in front of me, and the rest of the pack are right behind. One wrong move and I’ll be knocked off the track and lose everything for the team.
Daniels is sitting in second place with seven laps to go. It’s tight, and I have to keep on Carmichael in third. My bumper is inches from his, and I feel sweat rolling down my temples as I wait for his brake lights.
They flick on, and my foot jams the brakes to turn swiftly before shifting gears and stamping the clutch to climb as fast as I can.
“Hearst in fifth. Overtaken by Grimaldi.” I hear Julian in my ear as I race towards the tight chicane.
“How close?” I shout before braking, gliding through the twisting bends right behind Carmichael.
Julian responds instantly, “Point eight seconds.”
I bite out a curse, my armpits dripping with sweat. Gloves gripping the steering wheel, I pull the car to the left, right, then left again before coming to a straight.
“Point six to Carmichael.”
“No room,” I hiss as I try to find a gap to pass. “He’s tooclose to Daniels.”
