Page 29 of Driving Force

How had he known I was with the girls? Thinking for a second, I bet Grace told him she was keen on me not having my phone because he would not be texting and bothering us while we were out.

Me:

Good morning, my driver. I hate I didn’t get my FaceTime last night, but from what I can remember, you wouldn’t have wanted to talk to me (Laughing emoji)

My Driver:

Really, wild night then, huh?

Me:

Let’s just say I woke up with Grace in my bed (Winking emoji)

My Driver:

I wouldn’t have minded seeing that image (Smirk emoji)

Me:

You are so funny.

My Driver:

Headed to the track. Wish me luck.

Me:

Good Luck - Love you, Be safe

My Driver:

Love you, I’ll call you after. It’s going to be a busy day.

Me:

Okay, FaceTime me later (Kiss Emoji)

My Driver:

(Kiss Emoji)

Closing my phone, I start to work on breakfast. Just as I’m getting the eggs plated, I hear footsteps coming down the hall. “Please tell me you made enough for me,” Grace says. Her makeup is all over, but she got her hair into a bun on the top of her head.

I hear my phone pings as I’m getting breakfast ready, but I leave it on the charge since it’s almost dead.

“Of course, I made enough for you. Is Mia awake? I saw her crashed-out in your room.”

“No, she’s dead to the world in there. May want to leave her alone. Have you ever tried to wake her?” Grace asks. Thinking back, I think I did once she punched me in the boob. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. “I’ll take that shiver you did as a yes,” Grace says, laughing.

“Fair point: we will just leave her some food for when she gets up because she’s gonna need it.”

Sipping coffee after we finished eating, my stomach has settled, and I feel more human than I did an hour ago. “Did I almost fall in front of the whole bar last night to request a song?” Grace asks, rubbing the sides of her head.

Letting out a small laugh, I try to remember the previous night, then a lightbulb comes to me. “Yep, you sure did. That was right after I told you that Ryan said I love you.”

“WHAT!” she yells, then regrets it. Ouch. “He told you what, when, where? Why haven’t you said anything to me?”

“Whoa, slow down, tiger. It happened earlier this week.”

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