Page 98 of Overtake
The low sexy laugh that escapes her does devastating things to his heart and his cock.
“Smooth talker.” The lift stops at her floor.
“Telling it like it is.” One more kiss when they reach her room, then he forces himself to step back. “See you in México, Hayter.”
Her laugh chases him back to the lift.
The pre-flight activities aboard the WolfBett jet are normal. Heinrich is reviewing data, Victoria’s fielding press inquiries,Marcus is is on his phone. No one mentions breakfast photos or hotel exits or anything else about Nico’s personal life.
Papá catches his eye briefly, but his slight smile says he gets it. He’s never been one to pry, and his concerns are the racing and Nico’s happiness. The way it should be.
Nico’s phone buzzes. He pulls it from his pocket and smiles when he sees the message from Nicolina.
Just saw the breakfast pics. Very cozy, Conejo. Also Seb says the Honey Bunnies are planning your wedding.
He glances at the time and types back:
Shouldn’t you be teaching?
The kids are eating lunch. Does my future sister-in-law prefer pink streaks or rabbit ears for the ceremony?
No me jodas.
Too late. Already happened. Several times, according to your expression in the pics.
He considers his response, but she texts again:
For real tho? U look happy. Both of u.
Warmth unfurls in him. He loves his twin and her approval means everything. Before he can reply, the pilot announces takeoff.
Departing for México. Text u later, Tortuga.
Chau-chau
“This seat taken?”
Nico looks up, surprised it’s Wyn who’s asking. He usually sits with Graham, enduring lectures about proving himself.
“All yours.” He gestures to the empty seat across from him.
“Thanks.” Wyn settles in and sits back. He cracks his knuckles and fiddles with a braided leather cuff he always wears. It’s a gift from his mother, Nico knows. He also knows Wyn and Reece rarely see her, but not for the same reasons Petra avoids her mother or Nico doesn’t often see his own mom. There was a bitter divorce and Graham manipulated full custody of his sons.
Nico decides to break the awkward silence. “Thank you for yesterday. Following team orders couldn’t have been comfortable with your father riding your ass.”
Wyn shrugs. “You’re the stronger driver this year.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I can admit that, even if that asshole can’t.”
Nico tips his head. “Doesn’t make it easier to swallow when Gaël makes that call. The things we’re supposed to do versus what we want to do often conflict.”
He doesn’t just mean following team orders. Managing Graham’s expectations has hung between them for three years, since Wyn joined WolfBett Racing.
Wyn nods slowly, still fiddling with the cuff. “Must be nice having a dad who lets you race your way and supports you without judging every fucking thing you do.”
“And turns everything into a test?”
“Yeah.” Wyn stops fidgeting and meets Nico’s gaze. “You know he had me fighting Reece before I could even walk? Fucker was always pitting us against each other and making sure we knew only one of us could be on top.”
“That’s shitty,chico.”
