[chapter five]
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Kendall wandered through the house, her eyes narrowed as she took in all the
familiar sights of their…
No. Strike that.
Of Jimmie's house.
She knew he was in Ohio for some sponsorship deal and wouldn't be home tonight, so she was taking her time moving her things out of the house and saying goodbye in a very special way.
Taking inspiration from one of her favorite art house films, Amelie, Kendall was making Jimmie's life a bit more difficult.
It was vindictive and not terribly mature, but dammit…
He'd dumped her for no real reason other than television exposure and because Jeff Gordon told him to.
Fuck that.
Okay, maybe she had pushed back too hard when he had just suggested she just not go to a few races, not going to a full scale break up…
Her? Push?
Surely not.
It was the principle that Jeff Gordon, of all people, had Jimmie by the short ones…
And that he obeyed his master's call so unquestioningly.
So, revenge it was.
Resetting his alarm for 2:13 in the morning. Taking the cap off the milk and hiding it in a cupboard so it would start to smell. Moving his furniture enough to be disorienting but not obvious. Hiding his favorite shirt in a box in the garage.
And, even though she hated herself for it, leaving a pair of her skimpy panties so he would find them eventually and miss her.
He'd called several times over the last few weeks, but Kendall refused to answer them or return them. She'd watched him on television before each race, watching for any sign that he missed her, that he'd made a mistake…
Watching to see if he'd picked out his new floozy yet.
Thankfully, Kendall hadn't seen Jimmie with anyone new on television, and she hadn't even crossed his path in town. She'd heard his voice on her answering machine over and over, but hadn't yet been able to bring herself to talk to him.
Now that time had passed, maybe it was worth a try.
Maybe.
As Kendall picked up her pillow from the bed and turned to head for the front door, she caught a whiff of Jimmie's familiar aftershave, and a wave of sentimentality and remorse washed over her.
Maybe it was time.
To see if they could still work.
To see if she could change.
Maybe.
She missed him so much, and from the increasing desperation of his calls, she guessed the Jimmie missed her as well, media train wreck or no.
Flipping open her cell phone as she walked to the car, Kendall waited for Jimmie's voice mail on his cell to pick up. "Hi, Jimmie…it's Kendall. Listen, I know it's been a while, and I'm sorry I haven't returned your calls." Kendal balanced the phone on her shoulder as she climbed into the car and fastened her seat belt. "I know you are going to be racing in Charlotte this weekend, and I was hoping I could…could come to the race." She said with a little hesitation. "I'd like to see you, and catch up with Chad and the other guys. Maybe just for quals, or something. Give me a call back and let me know what you think." Kendall paused, then continued. "I've moved everything out of the house, and my key is on your table. Let me know what you think of Charlotte. Take care…bye."
Kendall quickly hung up, her mind racing as she tried to picture what the following weekend could hold for her.
For them.