Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
“You’re probably right.” I nod and open the beer, taking a sip. “Hey, did you ever tell Luna about that race you want to do?”
He opens his mouth to answer, when we hear behind us, “What fucking race?”
Chapter Fifteen
Sarah
“Whoa!” June yelps when the wind takes her hat clean off her head and blows it down the beach. “I guess I didn’t need that hat anymore.”
“I think it’s time to take this party inside.” I pick up the plate of sandwiches and my drink. “Looks like we might get a spring storm.”
“We could use some rain. It’s been such a dry spring,” Luna adds as we walk inside, just in time to hear Tanner ask Wolfe a question.
“Hey, did you ever tell Luna about that race you want to do?”
June and I look at each other, and Luna erupts with, “What fucking race?”
“I take it that’s a no,” Apollo says and sips his beer. “Oops.”
“What race, Wolfe?”
The man in question rubs the back of his neck and looks grim as he turns to his fiancée. “It’s a charity race, Luna.”
“Yeah, well, a charity race ended your career, so that doesn’t make me feel any better.”
“Shit,” Wolfe mutters and walks to the windows.
“Should we leave for this conversation?” June asks me.
“Hell no,” Apollo answers. “I want to watch them fight. We should make popcorn.”
“You’re such a toddler,” June grumbles, but none of us look away from Wolfe and Luna as they square off.
“I haven’t agreed to it,” Wolfe continues.
“You haven’t even breathed a word about it to me,” Luna replies. “But apparently, your buddies know. Do the girls know, too? Are they expected to keep it a secret until you can find the right time to break it to me? Probably while we’re having sex or something, when you can sneak something by me.”
“Jesus.” He paces away from her and then back again. “No. Look, it’s a race in Miami that sounded like fun. I miss racing, Luna. I’ve never kept that a secret.”
“You can’t race.” She grips his shirt in her fists, and her eyes plead with him as she speaks. It makes my heart hurt for my sweet friend. “You absolutely cannot, under any circumstances, race a car. It could kill you, and if that happened, I’d be so mad at you, I’d kill you again.”
“I didn’t tell you because I likely won’t get clearance to do it anyway, so there’s no reason to upset you. It’s a moot point.”
“No, it’s not, because if a doctor did lose her mind and say, Oh, okay, you can race, you’d actually freaking do it. Admit it.”
“Oh, yeah, I’d fucking do it in a goddamn heartbeat and wouldn’t think twice about it.”
Luna shakes her head and releases his shirt, stepping back from him. “After everything you’ve been through, and everything we’re trying to build together, you’d risk your life just to drive a car?”
“Just to drive a car?” He crosses his arms over his chest, and I cringe.
That was the wrong thing to say.
“What, exactly, do you think I did for a living, Luna? Drive a fucking taxi? Because trust me, no one’s giving taxi drivers three million dollars when they win, or a Ferrari because it’s part of their contract.”
“Three million,” I whisper to Tanner, who nods, not taking his eyes off of our friends. “Whoa.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.” Luna’s clearly frustrated as she pushes her hands through her dark hair. “I meant that you’re willing to throw away so much for the sake of driving a car.”
“Is that an ultimatum?” he asks, his voice suddenly very cold.
I sidle over and slip my hand into Tanner’s, and he gives it a squeeze.
“Not only can I not watch you race ever again, but I won’t, Wolfe. The thought of losing you that way keeps me up at night and fuels my nightmares, so if you think that I’d willingly live through it with you, you’re crazy.”
“So, if I say yes, we’re through? You’ll walk out on me, and that’s it for us?”
“The fact that you’d even consider saying yes, and that you kept this from me, has me questioning some things right now, if I’m being honest.”
“Fuck that, Luna.”
“No,” she says, shaking her head emphatically. “I practically carried you up the cliffs by my house, more than once, because you couldn’t manage it on your own. You black out for hours. You’re in so much pain it takes my own breath away, and you’re telling me that you’d consider doing the one thing that could fucking kill you?”
“It’s like breathing,” he hisses, and takes her shoulders in his hands. “Don’t you get it? It’s my goddamn lifeblood, and it was torn away from me. I didn’t get to choose that.”
“You can choose it now,” she says, her face suddenly ashen. “You’re in control now. Wolfe, you know you can’t do this.”