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“They can’t get the tire off!” Chloe says, and I let out more curse words, not giving a fuck if the race control, the people in charge, can hear me. I’m fucking furious.
This just ruined my race because, by the time I get back onto the track, I’m last.
From first to last.
“Lincoln’s P1,” Chloe informs me, which is the worst part of it all.
The little rookie is in first place.
As soon as I’m out of the car, I’m throwing myself off a fucking cliff.
Chapter 47
Nevaeh
Adrianwasfuriousafterhe ended the race in sixth place because his team fucked up his tires. He hardly spoke to anyone, but I didn’t push him either. I texted him, telling him we could reschedule our plan to go out. He texted back right away, telling me the only thing that can cheer him up is me.
I know he isn’t just upset about the race. He’s angry because Lincoln is leading the Drivers’ Championship now. Kyle may have won the race because Lincoln got a five-second penalty for causing a collision with Gabriel, but he still got enough points to replace Adrian as first in the standings.
I’m furious for my boyfriend.
Now, Valentina and I stare at the huge package on my hotel bed for a minute, shocked at its size. It was on my bed when we got to my room to get ready for tonight.
I’m the first to reach out and lift the lid, curiosity taking over. A pair of, probably very expensive, dark orange cowboy boots sit inside along with a matching cowboy hat.
My friends in Austin and I used to dress up in cowboy boots and hats when we hung out, learning every type of line dance there was. The memories of dancing the night away to my favorite artists replay in my head.
I can’t believe Adrian is taking me somewhere I’ll be able to show these things off.
I quickly disappear into the bathroom to put on a pair of jeans and a crop top that fits tightly enough so it won’t expose anything but loosely so I can move and breathe freely. Every curve that should be highlighted is, and I step into my boots with an excited giggle. They have a bit of a heel, but nothing too high.
When I walk into the room again, Valentina’s mouth opens. Gabriel is sitting in the corner, drawing something, but even he looks up to give me an approving nod. Then his eyes drift to Val before he smiles at her shocked expression.
“Holy shit. You can’t wear that,” Val says, and I let out a confused laugh.
“What? Why?” I ask, lifting the hat and finding a note underneath.
It reads,
Don’t worry, none of it is made from real animal leather.
He knows me too well.
Val’s reply grabs my attention again.
“You’ll give someone a heart attack, Nevaeh,” she swoons, and Gabriel looks at her with an amused smile.
“You know, I’m starting to think you’d leave me for Nevaeh if you could,” he says, and Val bursts into laughter as she walks over to him.
“I love you,mon soleil, I’d never leave you,” she assures him and continues to step toward him.
“No, don’t come closer, I’m not done yet,” Gabriel warns but shuts his notebook so she can go to him anyway.
Val presses a kiss to his lips before settling down between his legs and facing me. She winks at me before Gabriel wraps his arms around her stomach, holding her against his chest and nuzzling his nose into her hair.
“Now, what do you want to do with your makeup?” Valentina asks, but when I look at myself in the mirror, I smile.
“Nothing, actually. The mascara is enough,” I reply and straighten out my back as I reach for the cowboy hat.
