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Micah: Always.

Levi: LOL. I’m leaving early. I should be there around or after 1.

Levi: Make sure the kids nap so I can wake them up.

Micah:

Micah: Be careful and call me around 10.

Levi: I’ll call you when I decide to.

Micah: And I will kill you when you get here.

Levi: I love you.

Micah: Love you too.

I put my phone down and tell Ron about the conversation. We both laugh at how easy it is to work her up. After finishing the donuts, we head out to unload everything and get home.

I make it home and quickly take a shower. Even though I’m full of sugar, I’m ready to crash. I step out of the shower and towel off. Making my way to my room, I open my dresser to get some underwear. As I’m putting them on, my phone beeps with a text message.

Smiling, thinking it’s Micah, I pick it up to see what she said. My smile quickly disappears.

Unknown number: I will get my money back out of you. Don’t worry.

Chapter 4

Kathleen

Levi racing.

That’s something to watch. Something to behold.

The speed. The control of the bike. The arrogance he shows. I don’t even think he knows he’s showing it. That makes it even sexier.

My heart was beating so fast. Even before the light turned green, I couldn’t breathe. It’s always nerve racking for me. Like I’m the one racing or something.

I’ve rode in a race car. I wasn’t racing, but I’ve felt the power under me. I’ve listened to the rumble of the engine. I’ve never been on a bike before, though.

After Levi gets to the end of the track, I make my way to his trailer. I see him get his payment and then he and Ron head towards where I’m standing. I don’t move.

The look on Levi’s face has me rooted where I’m at. Something is wrong. His face is giving it away. He and Ron are talking in hushed tones and Levi keeps looking around. Maybe to see if anyone is listening? After a little bit, I see Levi smirk and Ron laughs. Next, they are fine. They head back to the trailer to get ready to leave.

Wonder what that was about?

I make my way to my car then too, before I get spotted by someone. I saw many people that I knew, and some that knew me. I don’t need to be seen here. It wouldn’t go over well.

Heading home on this high, I get to thinking more about the Isle of Man TT. I really want to go to that race. How can I get away with it? What can be my excuse to my dad?

My dad is a very powerful man here in Martinsville. He owns a huge management firm. In a nut shell, he thinks he’s a god. It is irritating. His big dream for me is to be a doctor. That isn’t my big dream. He’s constantly on me about making the right friends, the right connections. Everyone thinks they know me because of him. I can’t go anywhere without someone sucking up or shooting me evil looks. It’s exhausting.

I go to races in disguise just to get a break from people. So far, no one has recognized me, and I plan to keep it that way. Dad would have a fit if he knew his little princess loved the fast life. Not the corporate fast life like he wants, but the gasoline fueled fast life. I can just imagine that vein in his forehead exploding at that one.

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I wake Saturday morning to the sound of my phone ringing. It can only be my dad this early in the morning. I groan as I roll over to answer it.

Without checking to verify it is him, I answer. “Morning Dad.”

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