Page 66 of Fast & Reckless
“Um.”
Violet hiked her eyebrows. “Unless you’ve been getting some and you’re holding out on me?”
Her scoff of laughter sounded completely unbelievable to her own ears, but Violet just shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
The pathetic truth was, she was hesitating because she didn’t know what Will was doing for the break. Would she see him at all? Would he evenwantto see her? Maybe he’d made plans he hadn’t shared with her. Maybe he was going to see someone else. He hadn’t said a word about seeing her over the break. They hadn’t exactly declared themselves exclusive, or declared themselves anything other than a secret.
She’d just wanted a little time to figure things out. But in the few weeks they’d been doing this, she didn’t feel like she’d figured out anything at all. Their nights together had been amazing. She wouldn’t give them up for the world. But was that all they were? Hookups? Were they even “dating” when they didn’t go on “dates,” or even out together in public?
Ugh, when had she started to care so much? Annoyed with herself, she dug back into her cold curry.
“Mira, do you have a minute?” Her father appeared behind them, laying a hand on her shoulder. This was, of course, the other part of the problem. She couldn’t imagine her father’s face if she should ever tell him.
She jumped to her feet. “Sure, Dad, what do you need?”
“It’s a bit of an unpleasant task, to be honest.”
“Those are my specialty.”
“There’s a young lady working for Rally Fuel who is apparently an old friend of Will’s.” He coughed and raised an eyebrow, which explained exactly what sort of old friend she was. Dread knotted in Mira’s chest, but she schooled her face into disinterestedness. “One of the pit crew heard her saying she was heading over to his motor home to say hello. I’d rather he not have that sort of … erm,distractionjust before his race, if you know what I mean.”
“So you want me to go accidentally interrupt them?” Her voice sounded remarkably steady, considering the pit in her stomach.
“Exactly. Can you come up with an excuse?”
“I’ll think of something.”
“Thank you, Mira.”
“No problem.”
The track was buzzing with race day energy, but Mira ignored it all as she made her way to Will’s motor home. Stupid motor homes. It was a coveted Lennox perk—they traveled personal motor homes for the drivers to every European race. But right now all that meant to her was that Will had a private place at the track where no one could see what he got up to.
What was she about to walk in on? Maybe itwasjust an old friend saying hi. But she suspected Will didn’t have that kind of old friends from his past.
At the base of the stairs, she paused, staring at his door, straining for any sound, any suspicious thumps or banging or moaning. There was nothing, but that didn’t mean anything. He had a couch in there.
Furious, she shook herself out of her stupor. She was being crazy. This wasWill. He’d never treat her that way. Right?
Stomping up the shallow steps, she rapped briskly on the door.
“Come in,” he called from inside, no flustered stumbling, no hesitation.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped inside. Will was leaning casually against the bar. The girl—woman—sat in one of the armchairs, sipping a beer. They were both laughing about something.
“Mira,” Will said, giving her a heart-stopping smile as she came in. “This is Roza. I knew her back in my first season. We were just catching up.”
Mira cast a quick, appraising glance at Roza. She was beautiful, tall and built, with long dark hair and blue eyes. She smiled at Mira, open and welcoming, and raised a hand to wave. “Hi.”
“Roza, this is Miranda. She’s the principal’s assistant.”
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Mira said, feeling foolish because it was clear she hadn’t interrupted anything. And now she felt doubly foolish, because in her haste to get over here and bust in on Will’s suspected tryst, she hadn’t come up with a good reason for her interruption. “Paul needs to see you. Ah … emergency team meeting.” Internally, she winced. Emergency team meeting? That was the best she could come up with?
Will’s lips twitched as he suppressed a smile. “Oh. Emergency team meeting. Sounds very important.”
“It is. I’m sorry.”
“Oh, no, it’s okay.” Roza stood, unfolding her long legs. Her smooth voice carried a hint of a Hungarian accent. “I need to go. I just wanted to say hi and wish you luck before the race.”
