Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
But I don’t type.
Because I don’t know what to say and I wonder if I’m not answering so I can passive-aggressively let her know I’m hurt.
Such a fucking child, Hemsworth.
I drop the phone face down. If I can’t get my head straight by Friday, I’m not just going to lose a race. I’m going to lose control of everything.
I consider the situation as it currently presents itself. I wonder if Lara’s talked to Lance yet. She promised she would only do it at my parents’ house and wouldn’t be fully alone with him, so I’m not really worried for her safety.
Except… there’s a part of me that wants to be there with her. No, I think I need to be there with her. She shouldn’t have to face that asshole alone, and if I’m really diving deep, I realize I’m not mad she chose to go.
I’m mad that I can’t.
I’ve worked almost my entire life to get to FI. To sit in a thirty-million-dollar car, racing and having my guts pulled out of my body by g-forces. I live for this. I’d die for this life, because I put my life on the line every single race. This is who I am and it’s the only thing I ever truly wanted.
Except… I hate it because I have to be here and not with Lara. For the first time ever, I realize… I love something more than racing.
With a sigh, I pull myself out of the sim. The engineer holds out his hands, asking silently, “What the fuck?”
“Sorry, mate… I’ll be back. Got to do something.”
I leave the sim bay and make my way to a private room above the garage where Gunner and I can relax. Luckily, it’s empty, and I drop onto the couch, connecting a call to Lara as soon as my butt hits.
She answers on the second ring. “Hey,” she says, a little breathless.
“Hey yourself,” I murmur, already feeling a little better just hearing her voice. “You okay?”
There’s a pause. “Yeah. No. I don’t know.” She sighs. “Have you heard from him?”
I know exactly who she means. “No. That’s why I’m calling. I figured you would’ve seen him by now.”
She lets out a groan. “He’s still not here. Your parents have tried calling him. No one’s heard a damn thing. I’m a complete idiot for flying halfway across the world to talk to a guy who can’t even bother to show up.”
I sit forward, elbow on my knee. “Lara…”
She cuts me off. “I know. I could be in Suzuka right now. With you. And instead, I’m waiting around for a conversation that may not even happen.” Her voice softens just a little. “I’m giving him another day. Maybe two. After that, I’m done waiting.”
I nod, even though she can’t see it. “Okay. That’s fair.” I push down the ache that rises in my chest. “I hate that you’re not here.”
“I know,” she says.
“I’m not mad,” I add, because I’m not—not really. Just frustrated. Disappointed. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too. How has your day been?”
Nice the way she deflects, and I can’t help but smile. “Track walk was this morning. Suzuka’s still as brutal and beautiful as ever. Been doing mostly setup review with Tariq and Felix. Did some sponsor press too—Carlos kept things light. He may or may not have challenged me to a ramen-eating contest.”
That earns a soft laugh from her. “Please tell me someone filmed that.”
“No cameras, thank God. I would’ve never lived it down.”
She goes quiet again for a beat, then says, “You’ll do great this weekend. I know you will.”
“I’ll try not to crash spectacularly,” I quip.
“Please don’t,” she exclaims. “It’s nerve-racking enough just watching you. I can’t handle that on top of everything else.”
I lean my head back against the cushion and close my eyes. “You know when I said a few minutes ago that I hate that you’re not here?”
“Yeah,” she murmurs.
“That’s not exactly true. What I really hate is me not being there with you. I should be by your side when you do this and for the first time, I resent my career.”
“Oh no.” She exhales sympathetically. “No, please don’t think that. You are where you’re supposed to be and for now, I’m where I’m supposed to be. I really want this to be over and done, Reid, so I can look forward and stop looking back. I can do this on my own.”
“I know,” I say, truly getting where she’s coming from. “Promise you’ll be careful with him.”
“I’ll be fine,” she says gently. “I promise.”
It’s not the same as having her here. But for now, it’s all I get. And I’ll take it.
CHAPTER 25
Lara
Thursday morning dawned and I felt suffocated, so I went for a run. I’ve just come back from a route along the cliffside path, my lungs tight and my thoughts tangled. The sea air didn’t help as much as I had hoped and I’m missing Reid like I’ve never missed anything before.