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“Long night.” I winked, flipping him off.

“If it was with who I think it was, make sure you don’t fuck it up,” Colton said.

“Nothing to fuck up. We’re friends.”

Colton didn’t believe me and folded his arms over his chest.

“You don’t even believe that. Hell, I said the same thing with Rylee,” Colton replied.

“Ha-ha, worry about your own situation. I’m good over here,” I said, removing my shades and placing them in the sleeve of my leather jacket.

The doctor waved us over, and Sarai pointed for the photographers to start recording.

“Kids, we gathered you here to give you a nice surprise. We have some special guests that would like to meet you!” Dr. Samson exclaimed.

“Yay… Yay!!” the kids cheered as we walked inside.

“How are you guys?” Colton asked.

“Good!” the kids screamed out, hugging their blankets and toys.

“I know you can do better than that. How are you doing?” I questioned.

“Good!!Good!” the ones that could, stood and clapped their hands.

“We came here because we wanted to give you guys a gift. Can we do that?” I asked.

“My friend Kamden has helped to provide the hospital with resources to help you guys kick cancer’s butt,” Colton said.

“Also, I wanted to surprise you guys with a trip to the racing track when you feel better and the doctor says it’s okay,” I said. All of the kids that could, jumped up and ran toward us for a hug. The reporters rolled the cameras, and we took pictures and signed autographs.

Then we shook hands with some of the parents and did interviews with reporters.

“Thank you so much for spending your time with the kids. They love you guys,” Dr. Samson stated.

“Thank you for having us here. We love spending time with the kids,” Colton said.

I waved goodbye and listened to Sarai tell me about my upcoming appearances.

“Your schedule is pretty clear, besides the charity event and race. You do a few club appearances and a photoshoot with the shoe sponsor,” Sarai said.

“What day is the photoshoot?” I asked.

“They don’t have an exact day. They’ll work around your schedule,” Sarai said.

“Let me look at my calendar and move some of the club appearances around. Maybe one or two a month,” I responded, opening her driver’s side door for her to get inside.

“Okay, just try to stay out of more fights with photographers,” Sarai replied.

“I can’t promise that. You know she set me up,” I said.

“I could have told you that. Josie’s always been sneaky.” Sarai started the car and shut the door.

“Oops, I forgot Sarai is always right,” I chortled.

“That’s why you pay me the big bucks, Kash,” Sarai said.

“Too much.”

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