Page 65 of Hyperspeed
“Mate, Zylo lives in sunshine and rainbow land. He’s dying for the drivers to be a big circle of besties. He’d have handed it over in a heartbeat, and because he’s so nice, even Rev wouldn’t be mad about it.”
The idea hadn’t crossed my mind, but now that I thought about it, the solution was obvious.
Fuck.
Damn you, Savannah, you beautiful wicked witch.
“Have fun training for your marathon,” he teased before hanging up.
It took everything in me not to call Savannah back and have a tantrum. But I was a man of integrity, so I didn’t. I’d have my tantrum in private instead.
After lamenting my life choices, I used the number I was sure had been secured by violating at least one privacy law.
Kai
When are you taking me to this mysterious underground race circuit of yours?
Rookie
Who’s this?
Kai
Oh, so it was just pillow talk.
Also, you know who it is.
Rookie
Bold of you to assume there were pillows involved, Mercer.
Kai
Locker room talk, then. Better?
Rookie
Fuck off.
Kai
Still waiting on a date, rookie.
Rookie
You’ll be waiting a long-ass time.
Kai
Just tell me when!
Rookie
Are you always this impatient, or are you that desperate to spend time with me?
Kai
Can’t help it. You glow red, and I lose all sense of dignity.
