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phone when Jameson returned with Aiden and Spencer.
“Congratulations,” Alley screamed over the noise of the engines from the car returning to their haulers.
Jameson hugged her and wiped his sweaty face over her shoulders. “You’re an asshole.” she snapped and punched him in the stomach.
Emma threw a towel at him and he wiped off his face turning towards me.
“Hi,” he smiled once he was close enough and took a drink of the Gatorade Aiden tossed him.
I laughed. “Hi.”
“I have a press conference to do.” He said nonchalantly with a shrug. “You gonna be around?”
I wanted to hit him and hump his leg at the same time when he smirked like that.
“I’m not sure,” I said with a shrug of my shoulders. “I might go check out this Bobby Cole driver. See if he’ll take me home.” I shook my hips at him.
Jameson’s eyes narrowed. “You better be here when I’m done, Sway.” He pulled on the strings of my sweatshirt, his eyes darting to my lips and then back again.
“Or else what,” I countered slapping his hand away with a giggle.
Alley was telling him it was time to go but he leaned closer. The thick scent of racing engulfed me.
“You just better be here.” He warned and hip checked me.
Emma, who was standing behind me, placed her head on my shoulder. “Pit lizard.”
I turned glaring at her.
“Whore who’s fucking her brother’s friend,” I quipped back reaching for the black heels she dangled in my face.
I had something to prove tonight and I was going to need those damn shoes.
3. Victory Lane – Sway
Victory Lane – The spot on each racetrack’s infield where the race winner parks for the celebration. It’s sometimes referred to as “winners circle”.
It was nearly midnight when Jameson finally finished with the contender conference (a press conference with the top five finishers from the race and their crew-chiefs) and post-race interviews. Now we were finally on the way to downtown Charlotte where Jameson was required to make an appearance at the Howl at the Moon bar.
The thirty-five minute drive from the track was filled with Jameson, Aiden, and Spencer recapping the race and pit stops. Spencer had been just as disappointed with the pit stops as Jameson was.
Emma, Alley and I elected to crack open the mini bar half way through the drive. Since Jimi and Nancy decided to make it a night and gladly took Lane with them, Alley and Spencer were making use of the grown up time. Lane, who wouldn’t get out of Jameson’s car after the race, ended up falling asleep in there and then carried lifelessly to the car.
“What was wrong with Bobby’s car?” Spencer asked Jameson.
“Fuck if I know. He was really loose coming out of four. Hell ... I think he pegged the wall a couple times.” Jameson leaned further back in the seat and took a drink of his beer. “A couple times I thought he’d give me a push off the re-start but he just hung me out to dry.”
Alley smiled towards Jameson. “Gordon called,” she held her phone up. “The car passed post race inspection ... they’re dropping the fine too.”
“Seriously?” Jameson perked up.
“It was a bullshit fine anyways.” Spencer added.
Alley slipped her phone inside her bag. “Regardless, we’re a new team. We don’t need publicity like that. It’s good they dropped it.”
Jameson just nodded, his gaze fixated on his beer.
The poor guy was beat. He’d just spent four hours manhandling a race car—he had a right to be tired.
If it were me, I’d be curled up in bed right now.
Eventually the talk turned to what we were all going to drink once we got to the bar. Howl at the Moon had some of the best drinks around, like the Purple Rain.
As luck would have it, the Omni hotel we were staying at was just up the street. I had a feeling we might want the short drive after this escapade.
I sat there silently listening and drinking my beer beside Jameson.
When we
“Congratulations,” Alley screamed over the noise of the engines from the car returning to their haulers.
Jameson hugged her and wiped his sweaty face over her shoulders. “You’re an asshole.” she snapped and punched him in the stomach.
Emma threw a towel at him and he wiped off his face turning towards me.
“Hi,” he smiled once he was close enough and took a drink of the Gatorade Aiden tossed him.
I laughed. “Hi.”
“I have a press conference to do.” He said nonchalantly with a shrug. “You gonna be around?”
I wanted to hit him and hump his leg at the same time when he smirked like that.
“I’m not sure,” I said with a shrug of my shoulders. “I might go check out this Bobby Cole driver. See if he’ll take me home.” I shook my hips at him.
Jameson’s eyes narrowed. “You better be here when I’m done, Sway.” He pulled on the strings of my sweatshirt, his eyes darting to my lips and then back again.
“Or else what,” I countered slapping his hand away with a giggle.
Alley was telling him it was time to go but he leaned closer. The thick scent of racing engulfed me.
“You just better be here.” He warned and hip checked me.
Emma, who was standing behind me, placed her head on my shoulder. “Pit lizard.”
I turned glaring at her.
“Whore who’s fucking her brother’s friend,” I quipped back reaching for the black heels she dangled in my face.
I had something to prove tonight and I was going to need those damn shoes.
3. Victory Lane – Sway
Victory Lane – The spot on each racetrack’s infield where the race winner parks for the celebration. It’s sometimes referred to as “winners circle”.
It was nearly midnight when Jameson finally finished with the contender conference (a press conference with the top five finishers from the race and their crew-chiefs) and post-race interviews. Now we were finally on the way to downtown Charlotte where Jameson was required to make an appearance at the Howl at the Moon bar.
The thirty-five minute drive from the track was filled with Jameson, Aiden, and Spencer recapping the race and pit stops. Spencer had been just as disappointed with the pit stops as Jameson was.
Emma, Alley and I elected to crack open the mini bar half way through the drive. Since Jimi and Nancy decided to make it a night and gladly took Lane with them, Alley and Spencer were making use of the grown up time. Lane, who wouldn’t get out of Jameson’s car after the race, ended up falling asleep in there and then carried lifelessly to the car.
“What was wrong with Bobby’s car?” Spencer asked Jameson.
“Fuck if I know. He was really loose coming out of four. Hell ... I think he pegged the wall a couple times.” Jameson leaned further back in the seat and took a drink of his beer. “A couple times I thought he’d give me a push off the re-start but he just hung me out to dry.”
Alley smiled towards Jameson. “Gordon called,” she held her phone up. “The car passed post race inspection ... they’re dropping the fine too.”
“Seriously?” Jameson perked up.
“It was a bullshit fine anyways.” Spencer added.
Alley slipped her phone inside her bag. “Regardless, we’re a new team. We don’t need publicity like that. It’s good they dropped it.”
Jameson just nodded, his gaze fixated on his beer.
The poor guy was beat. He’d just spent four hours manhandling a race car—he had a right to be tired.
If it were me, I’d be curled up in bed right now.
Eventually the talk turned to what we were all going to drink once we got to the bar. Howl at the Moon had some of the best drinks around, like the Purple Rain.
As luck would have it, the Omni hotel we were staying at was just up the street. I had a feeling we might want the short drive after this escapade.
I sat there silently listening and drinking my beer beside Jameson.
When we
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