Page 105 of Catch Me
I grin. “There’s that, too.”
“Sounds like a pretty packed weekend to me, in that case. I’m the ‘let’s take it easy’ type when it comes to vacations and getaways.”
“Noted,” I say, storing that information away for future reference. “How about we eat breakfast and then head out? There are some people I want you to meet at the Formula 1 events.”
Today’s Saturday so there’s a qualifying race that we may get to see this afternoon, in addition to meeting my cousins afterward, before the actual Grand Prix tomorrow afternoon.
Ivy gives me a contemplative look that’s so damn cute, I rise to my feet, cup her face, and bring her lips to mine.
“I suggest you get dressed, baby, before I forget all about any plans and we end up naked in this bed for the rest of the weekend.”
Ivy laughs and then pushes me away from her when my hands start to wander underneath the robe.
“I’m not going to spend this trip to Vegas in bed.”
“I can make it worth your while,” I yell through the closet door she’s closed behind her.
I hear her laugh through the door but force myself to remain on the outside. If I go in there while she’s changing, there’s no chance in hell that I’m letting her out for the next few hours.
“Wow!They’re going around those corners at what speeds did you say?” Ivy asks as we sit on one of the overlook points of where the Las Vegas Formula 1 Grand Prix will take place.
The qualifying race ended a few hours ago, but the who’s who are out and about mixing and mingling as is often the case when it comes to a Formula 1 race.
The entire cast ofLate Nightsis as well.
“Andreas, thanks for getting us in here,” one of the other actors from the film says. “Do you think Michael knows it wasn’t his pull that got us these last-minute tickets?”
I glance over at the director who’s in the corner whispering in the ear of one of the waitresses.
“Don’t know, don’t care,” I tell him.
He chuckles. “Tell your cousin thanks,” he says before squeezing my shoulder.
“Did he say your cousin?”
I turn back to Ivy, who’s watching me with curiosity.
“Have you ever watched a Formula 1 race?”
“Not a single day in my life,” she admits. “I’ve barely heard of it, to be honest.” She glances around. “Seems like I’m out of the loop.”
“Well …” My words peter off as the low murmurs turn into excited squeals and even cheers.
“Oh my God, it’s Travis Townsend!” someone exclaims.
I stand, bringing Ivy with me, keeping her hand tucked in mine. Immediately, my cousin makes eye contact with me. He grins and then saunters in our direction. Though he acknowledges the other people in the room, calling his name, he doesn’t stop for them.
“It’s about time you showed up to one of my races,” he says before pulling me into a hug.
Travis is one of my Uncle Tyler and Aunt Destiny’s triplets, and one of the fastest drivers in Formula 1 and has been for the past three years.
When Travis pulls back, his gaze wanders to my right. Instantly an interest sparks in his eyes as he takes Ivy in.
“And this is?”
“Ivy Sterling,” she says.
I release her hand but place my arm around her waist, pulling her into me.
