Page 49 of You Wish
Georgia gifted him with a stunning, heart-pumping smile. “Of course.”
“Now.” Resting one hand on the steering wheel, he used the other to point at the track. “Racing isn’t just about speed. It’s a complex sport with complicated strategy. You’re going to want to take a hard left at the first turn or you’ll plow into the barrier.”
“I’ve been in a bumper car before.”
Jake gave her a horrified look. “Do you see any bumpers on these cars? No. Because these babies can go up to forty miles per hour.”
“I see.” Georgia flashed a smile, making it clear she’d just been shitting him. “Thanks for bringing me here. I needed a break from work.”
“Speaking of that. I didn’t just bring you here for fun. I have some good news. Or at least I think it’s good.”
“I need good news.”
“I talked to Theodore about using the track for the auction and gala.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“It’s important to you, so it’s important to me,” he repeated her words from the other day. “Plus, I’m part of this project. I want to pull my weight.”
“He agreed to the date?”
“No. But, I talked to the owner of Pine Village racetrack, and he’s agreed to let you use it and the entire family park for the gala. Free of charge. I know it’s not the Circuit of America, but I thought it fit your theme even better.”
He wasn’t sure what he expected, but he didn’t expect her to smack her lips to his. Which made him one lucky SOB, because she was kissing him in public and that had to mean something. Okay, so there wasn’t any tongue, it was more of a peck, but it revved his engines more than the other night. And that was saying something.
“It’s perfect,” she said. “You’re perfect.” Her eyes went wide as if she hadn’t expected to say that. “You know. As a partner.”
“Uh huh,” he said. “Now back to the race. I’m going to cream you.”
“Wanna bet?”
Without hesitation, she’d climbed into her bright red—Ferrari red, mind you—cart. She revved the engine like she was born behind the wheel, never mind she’d just asked the attendant which pedal was the brake.
She gave it another rev, a bold declaration she was ready to take him down. He gave her his cockiest grin. She shot him back a smile that promised sweet victory.
That was the Georgia he remembered: competitive as hell and believed losing wasn’t an acceptable outcome.
“Forty miles per hour. Wow, I’d better watch out, or my little womanly mind might just explode.”
“I know how to make you explode,” he reminded her and loved the way her face went the loveliest shade of red.
“Don’t underestimate us Warren women. Zeus himself couldn’t take us down.”
Didn’t he believe it. She was the strongest person he’d ever met. Then there was Connor, the epitome of strength and determination. Jake was raised by a strong woman, but her prowess couldn’t stand up to Georgia’s.
The woman was ninety percent badassery and ten percent sass—not to mention the exterior mix of feminine grace and lethal promise.
“I grew up on a street with boys,” she said. “I was the only girl, so I’ve been training for this my whole life.”
“I bet they were more Big Wheel than big time.”
“Well, your time has run out,” she said, then unbuttoned another button of her flannel, exposing the upper swell of her breasts.
His tongue practically begged for a taste.
“I call a penalty,” he said, but she was already gone. While he’d been dreaming of cupping those magnificent tits, he’d missed the flag drop. Not that it mattered. His training and skill made this a lock.
Tires squealed on the tar track, searching to find traction. Jake did a quick zig then zag, warming up his tires to gain a better foothold and found it immediately.
