Page 84 of Sparks Fly
Help. Trying to look at someone’s story on socials, but when I click where I normally would, nothing comes up.
He types back instantly.
Because there is nothing to look at, dumbass.
I roll my eyes and swipe out of my phone.
He texts again.
It just means they’ve not added anything on their story.
Locking my phone, I put it on charge and find the remote as I aimlessly flick through the channels. I don’t remember much else after that.
I am up earlyand walking over to the paddock. Greeting fellow colleagues, Colby and I walk towards our garage.
“Who were you stalking on socials, then?” He looks at me, but I face forward.
“No one,” I lie through my teeth.
“Liar.” His tone is short.
“I was just looking through some of the drivers’ stories and I wanted to check Cowan’s, but nothing came up.”
Nice save.
“Right.” He rolls his eyes.
Walking up the steps, the doors slide open, and the small dining area is already full. My gaze sweeps the room, but I can’t see her or Nora. Royce is sitting in the corner with Kai and as I turn to tell Colby I’ll catch up with him in a bit, he has already moved himself over the other side of the room. Placing my hand on Royce’s shoulder, I give it a squeeze.
“Morning.” I smile, looking down at his plate. It’s loaded with carbs and protein, with black coffee and a bottle of water. “Hungry?” I smirk.
“Always.” He winks at me, and I give him a pat before I set my sights on Kai.
“Morning, Kai. You okay?” Folding my hands into my pockets he gives me a heavy nod. He has granola and fruit, also with black coffee. “I’ll see you in briefing,” I mutter, dragging my hand from my pocket and clocking the time.
They both wave me off as I walk over to a table and sit myself down. I am greeted by Laura, holding her tablet.
“Morning, Mr Lexington. What can I get for you?”
“Two eggs, poached, on granary toast and a black coffee, please.” She jots it down before turning on her heel and disappearing into the kitchen.
Glenn and Pascal sit down next to me, their laptops in hand as well as their notepads.
“Morning boss.”
“Morning,” I greet them just as my coffee is placed down.
“How are we feeling about this weekend?” Glenn asks and my stomach tickles with nerves.
“Once we get the car out for practice, I’ll feel better,” I admit, as I take a mouthful of coffee.
“I don’t think we’re going to have any issues with the car.” Pascal rolls his lips, his fingers drumming on the table.
“I hope not.” I lift my brows.
“We have worked non-stop over the break, I really do think you’re going to be happy with –it, Creed.”
“I can’t afford for it not to be good, guys. If we even want to stand a chance at finishing in the top three of the constructers, it needs to be better than good.” My tone is sharp, and I see Pascal side eye Glenn before he drags in a breath.
