Page 69 of Repairing the Wreckage

I’d rather chew glass than admit it to Remy, but I’m glad he lured me here tonight.

Molly. I slide my gaze over the parking lot, but Remy never told me what kind of car he ended up buying her. I doubt it was something she’d be able to race here.

“Holy shit, is that the shy, savage Stonewall making an appearance?” someone shouts.

“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter, squinting into the darkness behind the bleachers.

Vapor emerges holding a white sweater in his hand and wearing a smirk on his face.

“Why you creeping around back there?” I ask.

He holds up the sweater. “Juliet dropped this from above.”

“You’re lucky it didn’t land in something disgusting.”

“Indeed.” He squints and leans in closer. “Your face looks like a peach that got thrown down the stairs.” His assessing stare slides to my forehead. “So, an improvement from when you got home.”

“Thanks. Very helpful.” I glance toward the track. “Is Remy here yet?”

His gaze slides sideways, and he rubs his hand over the back of his neck. “Yeah,” he answers slowly. “Saw him a few minutes ago.”

“Was Molly with him?”

“Uhhh, no.” He waves his hand in the general direction of the track. “She’s…around, though. Ran a few laps with Ella earlier.”

“How’d the new intake do?”

He widens his eyes with surprise. “Okay, I guess. She won. Then again?—”

“She always wins,” I finish for him.

“Right.” He holds up the sweater. “I gotta get this back to Juliet.”

“Yeah, I’ll catch you later.” I love Vapor, but he’s not who I’m here to see.

Tonight, Molly’s on my turf. Zips. A place we’ve spent a lot of time together. I rub my palms against my jeans. Find Molly. That’s my only objective. Talk to her. Apologize. Grovel. Kiss her. Whatever I have to do until she understands I’d never betray her. There is no one else for me.

As I clear the corner of the bleachers and the whole track comes into view, I methodically scan the wide-open area.

Eraser’s over by the grill talking to Pax. He lifts his hand and waves frantically, then rushes away from the grill, coming toward me. Whatever. I’ll talk to him later. I turn toward the food shacks. If Molly already raced earlier, she’s probably ordering fried dough and a?—

My heart stops.

There’s my girl.

Her face is hidden behind what looks like a black leather bunny mask, but I’d know my Molly anywhere. Her long legs are covered in red and black striped tights. A black and red dress, tight up top with a short, loose skirt—her favorite style—flatters every inch of her. Tall, black leather boots lace up to her knees. I’m not sure what the costume is supposed to be but she’s sexy as hell.

And…is she here with another guy?

Who in the fuck is the tall, skinny dude in a wolf mask touching my girl? Pure rage at whoever he is shoots straight through me.

Hell fucking no. I did not go through three months of relentless abuse, isolation, and stupidity to lose my girl to someone else.

She thinks I cheated on her.

Correction. The whole fucking world thinks I cheated on her.

Remy might have finally come around and says he believes me. But he’s obviously done fuck all to convince Molly that I didn’t betray her.

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