“Hey, Dad. Let me introduce you to my girlfriend.” Cam walks him over to me.
“Dad, this gorgeous creature is Shelby Winters, my girlfriend.” Cam places his hand on my lower back.
George pulls me into a hug. “It’s so wonderful to meet you. Cam has told me so much about you.”
He pulls away, and my cheeks heat.
George looks over to Cam.
“She’s star-struck, George.” Mav grins.
You’re embarrassing yourself, Shelby. Snap out of it.
I shake my head and laugh. “I am. I’ve been a big fan since I was little.”
He laughs. “Cam told me. I think I sent some autographed stuff to your uncle.”
“Yes, you did, and he loves everything.”
“Cam also showed me some video of you racing. You’re damn good.”
My stomach performs flip-flops. “I couldn’t ask for a better compliment, sir.”
“None of this sir shit. You’re family. Call me George.” He points to the track. “I set up extra cars for you to race.”
My mouth falls to the ground. “That would be awesome.”
We spend the rest of the afternoon racing around Phoenix Raceway. They even set up a mock race, and I win.
Afterward, I’m bouncing off the walls. “Thank you, Cam. This has been the best day of my life.”
“I’m glad you’re having fun, but it’s not over.” He smiles at me. “Dad is taking us out to dinner, then we’ll watch him race tomorrow.”
“Really?” I squeal.
“Yes.”
I hug him, jumping up and down. I jump the whole way to the limo.
“Thanks for ruining every other gift for us. We can’t compete with George Wright,” Dom says.
I pat his arm. “You’ll think of something.”
“Do you have reservations?” the hostess asks.
“Yes, for Knight,” Dom says.
“Yes, Mr. Knight, your guests have arrived and are waiting at your table.” She motions for us to follow her.
I glare at Dom. Who are our guests? I don’t think it’s George because he has to prepare for the race.
The hostess shows us to a round booth near the back, where my uncle and cousin sit in the seats.
I gasp and clap my hands. “You brought them?”
“I couldn’t let you go to the races and not bring them. The guys helped.” Cam steps to the side so Cin doesn’t run over him as she climbs out of the booth to tackle-hug me.
Uncle Brett slides out and shakes the boys’ hands. “I can’t thank you enough for inviting us to watch the race.”