Page 28 of Refuel

“Hi, Josie,” Rylee said, extending her hand to Josie.

Josie looked at her hand for a second before shaking it. I thought it was strange, but I wouldn’t get into it right now.

“Hi,” Josie replied.

“Okay. Well, we need to get going, Colton,” Rylee said.

“Where are you two going?” I asked.

“To talk with Arianna about the charity event,” Colton stated.

“I’ll tag along,” I said.

“What! No, we’re supposed to do lunch,” Josie said.

“I didn’t know you two were dating, Kash,” Rylee said.

“We’re not.”

“Not yet,” Josie implied, rubbing up against my cheek.

I moved her hand away gently and continued talking to Colton.

“Did Arianna tell you about the bet?” I questioned.

“No, what bet?” Rylee asked.

“If she wins the race, I donate any amount she wants to the charity. If I win, she has to go on a date with me.”

“Kash!” Josie screamed.

“Josie! What are you doing here?” I heard and then saw Ronald walking toward us.

“Talking with Kash,” Josie answered.

“Can I talk to you?” Ronald asked Josie.

I raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“No, I’m here with my boyfriend,” Josie commented.

“Boyfriend!” Ronald and I yelled at the same time in disbelief.

“This is like some soap opera,” Colton mumbled.

“Kash, stop acting like we don’t mean anything to each other,” Josie muttered as she stood on her tippy toes to try to kiss me again, only I jerked back. Don’t get me wrong, Josie was a beautiful woman, did a great job, was smart, funny, and graduated with a degree in sports analysis. She was five-seven and looked like she could be a model if she wanted. She had a rosy undertone with a sandy complexion from her constantly tanning, along with pouty lips, green eyes, and high cheekbones. I could never take her seriously; she always wanted to be seen as my woman and not her own individual self.

“We don’t, Josie. Ronald obviously is interested, so have fun,” I responded and headed off to the pit to get suited up.

“Kash, hold up,” Ronald said.

I groaned, not interested in what he had to say.

“Yeah, man,” I said as I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Listen, I wasn’t honest with you the other day at lunch,” Ronald said.

“About?”

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