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I breathe through the burning ache in my throat so I can make it. I slump in my seat, wanting to fall apart. I want to cry and scream my head off. I want to text Miles to fuck off and never have to hear from him again. I want to know that my kids will be safe with me forever.
I grip my steering wheel, yanking on it as if it will help.
Fuck!
I can’t do any of those things right now. The only thing I can do is find out why Slade, the man I was trusting with everything, went behind my back.
I want a partner and friend who will stand by my side, not do things around me. I thought maybe I’d found that. I rest my head on the steering wheel, terrified I was wrong once again.
One tear slips out and lands in my lap. I pull myself up and suck it all back, starting my car.
There’s only so much one person can take, and I’ve had enough. No more hiding. It’s time I get my life back, and it will beon my terms.
Chapter 43
SLADE
The cold air blows into the garage, and I press the button, lowering the door as Wind returns a car to the lot. I slip my phone from my pocket.
I responded to Sarah about dinner, and I’m waiting for her flirty, smartass reply.
“Are you skipping the gym again tonight?” Carson asks, hanging up his coveralls.
“Yeah. If we can get out of here early tomorrow, I’ll go with you.”
He smirks. “Sure you will.”
“You need to get a life rather than go to the gym every night,” Trig says, tossing a water bottle in the trash. “The racing expo is coming up. You should go with us.”
“No offense, Trig, but I’m not really interested in partying with you and your friends.”
“’Cause you have better stuff to do?” Trig grabs his keys.
“If you want a sponsor and to be taken seriously, you should consider this a business trip rather than going out there to chase women and score parts.”
“Who says I can’t do both?” Trig grins. “I’m out. See you all tomorrow.”
“Me too.” Wind waves. “Don’t forget I’m bringing Millie’s car in early to change the oil.”
I nod, stacking the orders that still need to be input.
“You good here?” Carson asks, pulling on his coat.
“Yeah, I’m entering these and heading out.”
The door opens, and Sarah steps inside.
“Hey, what are you . . .” I smile, but she doesn’t.
Her eyes snag on Carson, and I can tell something is wrong.
“Hey, Sarah,” Carson says, passing me. “I’m heading to the gym since this guy is slacking these days.” He smiles, smacking me on the back. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“See ya,” I respond, but my eyes are stuck on Sarah. The door bangs closed, and I step around the counter. “What’s wrong?” I reach for her, but she pulls away. My stomach hits the stained concrete floor.
Her intense gaze holds mine. “Did you talk to Griffin Macavoy about me and my issues with Miles?” There’s a slight waver in her voice that’s a direct hit in the chest.
“I did.” I watch her. “But only to ensure he’d help you. He’s the best, and I didn’t want—”
