Page 123 of Overtake
“Surprisingly. ‘No comment’ sounds much better when wrapped in technical jargon about brake temperatures.”
She laughs. “That’s a nice way of telling Pippa to fuck off.”
“This is cozy.” Reece appears, Maiken at his side. “Mind if we interrupt?”
“Please.” Petra grins as Mai takes the seat beside her. “Thanks again for the fashion intervention. You’re a genius.”
“I know.” Maiken’s stunning smile lights up her face. “I’m always happy to play glam squad. It’s even more fun when it’s not for me.” She arches a brow at Nico. “I hope you appreciated the effort, Nico.”
Reece snorts.
Maiken’s from Las Vegas and has all the boldness Nico expects from an American born, raised, and still working in Sin City. She’s the exact opposite of her grounded husband.
Nico dips his chin. “Muchísimas gracias.”
Reece’s gaze snaps to the host stand, and Nico sees what he’s looking at. Wyn’s there, looking around like he’s a bit lost.
Nico slips from the table and strides over. “Sit with us.”
Wyn looks past his shoulder. “I don’t think I’m welcome.”
“Shut the fuck up and eat with us.” Nico returns to the table, leaving the decision to follow up to Wyn.
He does, choosing the seat furthest from Petra, but the tension between them is almost painful.
She studies him through narrowed eyes as she pours bottled water into her glass. She picks it up, then looks past it directly at him. “How’s the nose?”
Maiken snorts and Reece’s brows arch.
Nico holds his breath. It’s such a Petra thing to do, charge into the lion’s den screaming bloody murder.
Wyn returns her gaze and tilts his head. “Not as bruised as my ego.”
She sips her water, then lowers the glass. “I’m sure both will heal.” She’s as cool at her ice water.
He shrugs. “Eventually.”
Maiken is giving him a look that’s possibly even colder than Petra’s.
Wyn’s gaze slides over to her. “Hey, Mai. Didn’t know you were coming to Mexico.”
“You would if you’d asked Reece.”
Clearly, there’s history between them.
Wyn’s expression shifts from wary to annoyed to wary again. But before he responds to her, Reece intervenes. “Let’s try for a civil dinner. Yeah?”
Wyn sighs and starts to abandon ship, pushing back his chair.
Nico catches his sleeve. “Eat with us,por favor.”
A war plays out on his face, but he makes a decision and settles back into his seat.
The waiter’s arrival interrupts the hostilities. They study the menu and order, then turn the conversation to a safe topic, the day’s practice sessions. The food arrives, and just as they start eating, Petra waves her hand.
“Zara! Cin!” They’re waiting for a table. “Get over here!”
“Only if you promise no technical talk.” Cin warns as Zara snags two chairs from an unoccupied table. “I’ve had enoughof FIA investigators sniffing around and putting me under a microscope.”
