Page 98 of Forever Yours

He was talking to Jayson.

Between the noise of the cars and the padding of the helmet, it was hard to hear what anyone said.

“Not much, dickhead.”

Ryder shook his head and greeted everyone, but Fallon was dragging me away.

“You’re up.”

I scrambled my feet to gain purchase on the black asphalt.

“Now?”

“Yep.”

The contents of my stomach lurched up my esophagus.

“I thought I was racing Ryder.”

“You’re racing me first. Gotta pop your track cherry, and my ego can’t take another loss.”

He was seriously going to race me just so he could get an easy win?

“That’s just sad, using me like that.”

“Don’t care.”

He patted my coverall-covered ass toward Ryder’s Hellcat.

“I thought I was driving your car?”

“You will be.”

Ryder’s car was custom. Years of tweaks and mods were put into it. It was his baby. The one thing he loved most, other than Liz. I was terrified to even touch the glossy exterior, let alone get behind the wheel and drive it. What if I wrecked it? What if I did something that messed up the engine. Scratched the paint job?

“Fallon, I can’t.”

I was going to throw up. Or have a heart attack. Or both.

“Yes, you can.”

“You drive it,” I insisted.

“Ryder wants you to. Now get in the damn car.”

“Ow. Fuck.”

“Let me… hold still.”

“Hurry up.”

“We need to be quiet.”

Zip.

“Something’s poking my ass.”

“Hold on… it’s a screwdriver.”

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