Page 53 of Sparks Fly
“It makes total sense, because I feel exactly the same.”
“What is stopping you,” I pick at him.
“Saint Onyx.”
“Really?”
“Yup, too selfish to give it up yet. I know we can be better, and I want to see us dominate. We’re getting there, but something is missing.”
“I don’t think something is missing, I think you have a redundant part that needs to be switched out.”
He falters his steps to a halt, my heels still hooked on his fingers. I twist to look at him, hand on my hip, head tilted to the side.
“What?”
“You know what.” I roll my eyes.
“You studied what we’re doing wrong.”
“Not what you’re doing wrong…whois doing you wrong.”
“Right.” His lips twitch.
“Look, I am not some F1 whizz, but I was around it enough to see the flaws in your team, in a few of the teams actually.”
“Ruinous?”
“Definitely not with the dreamboat that is Ajax.” I am enjoying this teasing.
“Come on then, Ace, tell me where we’re redundant.”
“I don’t need to.” I shrug and turn around as I start to walk again. “You already know.”
After a second or two, I hear his shoes beating on the pavement behind me.
Showered and in fresh pyjamas,I pad into the living area to see Creed back at the window, no bourbon in hand though. Just staring out.
“You okay?” I find myself asking, slightly concerned.
“Yeah, Ace, all good, just tired,” he admits and I notice he is still dressed.
“Me too. I’m going to grab a glass of water and call it a night.”
“I won’t be long behind you.” His voice echoes around the large space as I walk towards the kitchen and fill my glass.
“Are you around tomorrow?” My eyes flick up to see him still with his back to me and my heart patters a little faster in my chest.
“Got a few meetings, might be back early evening. How come?” Now he turns to face me, the glow from the moon shining like an aura behind him as he takes a couple of steps forward.
“I was just wondering, that’s all. I really need to catch up on work, and call Nora, plus I need to pop and see Rue and get some food in.” I look behind me at the sad and nearly empty fridge.
“Don’t worry about food, I’ll sort it.”
“No, it’s?—”
“Leave it, Ace.” He smirks and begins to walk towards me.
“Okay.” I shut the tap off and hold onto my water glass tightly.
