[chapter twenty]
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"So, this whole time, they were actually mackin' on each other, and keeping it a total secret?" Jimmie asked as he and Faye swayed together in the darkness.
"Evidently so. They looked pretty cozy for two people who didn't sound like they were ever going to speak again." Faye said with a smile, looking up at Jimmie.
"Bastard." Jimmie breathed and Faye laughed.
"Bastard-ette." Faye giggled.
"Promise me we won't do that." Jimmie murmured, running a hand tenderly through Faye's hair.
"Do what?" Faye asked.
"I dunno…fight. Or something." Jimmie said sheepishly.
"Yeah, but that leads to make up sex." Faye said, her smile lighting up the darkness.
"I think I'd rather stick to not-having-to-make-up sex." Jimmie said.
"Damn. Now what am I gonna do with those handcuffs?" Faye teased.
"Give 'em to Chad." Jimmie reasoned.
"Whatever you say, m'love." Faye smiled again.
"Faye?"
"Hrm?"
"I love you. So much." Jimmie whispered.
"I love you too." Faye answered as they continued to slow dance under the stars.
**
"Okay, buddy…42 laps to go." Chad said into the radio strapped to his head as he looked over his notes before something caught his eye. "Damn. Could that ass look any better?" He groaned.
"Uh…what??" Jimmie's voice crackled across the radio. "My ass looks good?!"
"Um...strike that. 10-4." Chad said hurriedly, his face flushing as he glanced down and saw the 'talk' button still depressed on his radio.
"I mean, Faye thinks my ass looks good, but I'm not sure I wanna hear that from my crew." Jimmie joked as he flew around the track in pursuit of the leader.
"I'm sure you're ass is lovely. Now how about paying attention to the car. Are the shocks feeling better?" Chad said, winking at Mia as she glanced up at him from her position in the pit stall.
"Shocks feel good, but I think we should go down a click on the next…" Jimmie's voice continued as Chad watched Mia watch the race, jumping up and down as Jimmie passed another car. She looked up at him again and grinned like a little girl.
"She digs me." Chad grinned, eyeing the track again.
"Who digs you?" Jimmie's voice questioned from turn 3. "Dude, are you even watching the race?"
"What race?" Chad teased, waggling his fingers at Mia with a smile.
**
"Can we go home?" Mia yawned as Chad continued to inventory the
hauler for all their parts.
"Yours or mine?" Chad teased and Mia laughed.
"God, I don't care. As long as I can sleep. How do you do this every week?!" Mia asked seriously.
"Well, you see, I'm married to that race car…" Chad began seriously until Mia punched him in the arm.
"Yeah, yeah. Your place…I wanna install your Photoshop ImageReady before tomorrow." Mia said.
"If you promise to talk techno language all the way home, we can go now." Chad grinned.
"Techno speak is like phone sex for you, isn't it?" Mia asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Just think of it as really weird dirty talk." Chad smiled.
"Take me home, Knaus."
Mia asked again. "And on the way, I'll tell you about the 120 gig serial
ATA RAID 1 data mirroring I was gonna install…"
"Mmm…let's get outta here." Chad said, wrapping Mia in his
arms and pulling her towards the parking lot.