Not even bothering to stop and tell my sister I was leaving, I sent her a text.
Me: Heading back. See you tomorrow
Sis: Okay! Did you and Cookie have fun!?
I rolled my eyes as I headed out of the club. I called the limo driver to swing back around and pick me up.
The entire drive back to the speedway, I stared out the window as I wondered what Adaline was doing. Dropping my head back against the seat I balled my fist. “Fuck!” I shouted as I closed my eyes and prayed I co
uld make it through one more day.
One more day and then I’d be pulling out and heading to the next race while Adaline would be headed back to Austin.
Just one more day.
WALKING INTO THE GARAGE, I grinned seeing everyone hustle about. I had forgotten how amazing the atmosphere on race day was. Daddy was talking with Emmit as I approached them. It was almost as if Emmit knew I was there. Glancing up, he looked at me and then quickly looked back at Daddy.
I blew out a breath and decided I was going to have to talk to him before he pulled out tonight and headed to the next race. Malcolm had told me last night what he had said to Emmit to get him so upset. Then he of course tried to make a play on me to which I promptly turned him down.
Stopping behind Daddy, I glanced around as I watched all the teams get ready. They couldn’t work on the cars because they were in the process of getting pre-inspections done.
“Just don’t scare the piss out of them okay, Emmit?”
Turning to look at my father, Emmit gave him the same smile that I fell in love with so many years ago. My stomach fluttered as I watched Emmit talk to my father. No wonder I could never go out with a guy more than a few times. It was obvious I had never moved on from Emmit. I never wanted to move on.
With a quick glance around, I searched for the blonde who had been with Emmit yesterday and last night. Malcolm said it was Emmit’s latest arm candy, which made me wonder how many women he had dated since we broke up.
Daddy slapped Emmit on the arm. “Go have fun.”
Emmit started to walk off before he stopped and looked at me. “You want to take a lap with me before I get started with the fans?”
My heart dropped at the idea of being in a racecar on the track with Emmit again. But I couldn’t help but think of the girl who had been with him yesterday. “Are you sure?”
With a smile, Emmit said, “Like old times.”
Grinning like a fool, I nodded and said, “Yes!”
Emmit had driven me around tracks plenty of times, but I’d never had him drive me around one of the tracks NASCAR used.
Making our way over to where there was a line of people, Emmit lifted his hand and waved while people cheered and called out his name.
This was the part of the day where dignitaries of the sport, media people, or one or two lucky fans got to drive with the drivers. Most of the time it was former drivers, but sometimes current drivers like Emmit did it. Glancing to the group of people, Emmit said, “Before we get started, I’ve got to impress a girl.”
Laughter erupted as Emmit helped me slip into the car and get buckled in. A few minutes later he was driving a hundred miles an hour as he inched his way closer and closer to the wall. My heart was racing and I was sure my face was going to freeze in this position as I grinned from ear to ear.
“God, I’ve missed this!” I shouted into the mic as Emmit laughed.
I knew he stayed out longer than he should have and I knew he did it for me. When he came to a stop, we sat in the car for a few moments as I got my breathing under control. Looking over at him, I said, “I didn’t think you could ever get better than you were before. But holy shit . . . that wall was less than an inch from my window, I swear!”
Emmit laughed as he motioned for someone to come and help me out of the car.
As I stood off to the side, I watched as Emmit gave each person a ride of a lifetime. Every one of them said it was the biggest adrenaline rush they’d ever experienced. Adrenaline rush was Emmit’s middle name. Everything he did was fast. Everything except making love. That he took his sweet time with.
Biting down on my lip, I thought back to the last time Emmit made love to me. Closing my eyes, I was taken back to the moment.
Slow. Passionate. Full of love.
And I walked away from him. Stupid idiot.