Racer
Page 71“What’s wrong?” Lana asks.
“Put Clay on,” I rasp.
“Racer, what’s wrong.”
“Put Clay on for just a second,” I repeat, shifting to eighth on the straightaway, pushing Kelsey as hard as I’ve ever pushed her.
Lana
Clayton is rehashing strategy with Racer, and I keep noticing Clark is right up on Kelsey’s ass on every turn.
“What’s going on? I can tell something’s wrong,” I ask Clay.
“He’s lost fifth and third gear,” Clayton says, mumbling “Yeah I’ll put her on” and passing me back the headset.
“Hey, baby.”
I start to sob, and I remove the headset for a tiny second as I try to control my tears and keep him from listening to me. I suck in a harsh breath and force myself to put it back on, wiping my tears.
I know he needed to discuss options for him when he asked for Clay, and now I don’t know why they aren’t just bringing him back to pits safe and sound.
“Hey. Hey, baby,” Racer says, more sternly. “I’m coming out of this car and you’re going to be the first person I want there. You remember what I like to do the moment I get out of the car, you got to be there to greet me in the winner’s circle. I’ll be pissed if you’re not there.”
“Don’t worry about me, baby, this is for your dad, this is for you.”
I can barely speak through the pikes in my throat. It’s a war just to force my voice to stay level. “I love you. You have no idea how much.”
“I love you like that too,” he says.
I get mad the next second. “Racer Tate! People die from this! You know that?! This is not something to fuck around with, this is not street racing anymore! These are dangerous machines that you’re fucking with!”
“Not me. Not today. I know this car. It’s a part of me.” The steel in his voice strengthens me, and I exhale as he quietly commands, “Now walk me through it. Where’s Clark.”
I wipe my tears and straighten my spine, trying to focus as I strain my eyes and try to lead him safely back home. So the best driver in the world can please come safely back to me.
Racer
Come on, girl.
I struggle with the gearbox on every turn, trying to get Kelsey back on her fastest speed on the straightaway.
I cannot disappoint my people. I can’t fucking lose this—I never. Fucking. Lose.
I’m the best driver in the world.
I’ve got more talent, and a girl to woo.
Lana
On lap 69, we’re holding our collective breaths out by the tent. The announcers are going crazy speculating what is wrong with Racer’s car, for it’s been acting even more reckless than ever, leaving skid marks as Racer’s rough, raw driving comes to show.
On lap 70, I cannot look but at the same time, I cannot take my eyes away from that red car, growling past us like a storm …
We’re down to the last lap.
Clark is trying to take the lead on every turn—attempting pass after pass—and Racer is fighting not to give it to him.
They head into the turn, almost nose to nose. Clark passes him. The crowd collectively gasps as Clark retakes the lead. They take the straightaway, and we’re down to the last seconds when Tate positions Kelsey right behind Clark—using his draft to pull him forward.
Two seconds to go, Racer veers right and passes him on the straightaway.
One second to go … and then … the checkered flag is waving as #38, the most beautiful car in the world driven by the best fucking driver in existence, zooms past the winning line.
The announcers are going crazy.
“And it’s RACER TATE, RACER TATE! The BEST rookie driver we have seen for as long as this Grand Prix has been standing! RACER TATE takes the win in the last SECOND of the race! This is unbelievable …”
I’m trying to push myself forward as Racer starts walking into the crowd and people start chanting,
“TATE! TATE! TATE!!”
My dad is crying like he’s never cried in his life.
Racer grins as my brothers and the mechanics catch up with him and they fling him in the air, and when he lands back on his feet, his eyes lock on mine. My lungs seize up for a heart-stopping moment. Because his eyes are the most marvelous, most gorgeous blue they have ever been.
They flash primitively as he narrows them on my face, and he picks up his pace as he cuts a path toward me.
I’m frantic and breathless as I shove my way forward, needing nothing but to reach him right now. Yes, he’s an amazing driver, but he is so much more than that.
He’s my guy.
He’s my guy and this is one of the most important moments of his life.
When I finally reach him, his hands take my waist and I’m tossed up in the air as if I weigh nothing. One second I squeak, and the next he catches me, and his hot mouth is on me, and I’m getting kissed as if Racer Tate means to eat me whole.
Dizzy and euphoric as he sets me back down, I laughingly press my face to his warm palm, and he shifts so that I can get closer. I slide my cheek down his arm and against his chest while he slides his arms around me and draws me closer.