[chapter ten]
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Kick quietly closed the bedroom door of Junior's coach and padded into the
kitchen, clad only in one of Junior's oversized tee shirts.
She dug through the refrigerator for a drink as she mused on the man she could hear snoring softly from the bed.
She'd followed the rules.
After her first "date" with Junior, she'd informed her WC bosses about her involvement with a driver, and had immediately been removed from the 8 pit rotation. No one had raised eyebrows or made any comments, and for that, she was grateful.
Still, she felt as though something weren't right. Something had to give.
She wondered what Chad had meant earlier in the day when he had warned her about Junior.
Seemed to Kick that the warning should be about Jimmie, not Junior.
Jimmie was the one who had cheated. Who'd broken the unwritten code about fidelity. Who'd broken a good relationship Junior had going.
Kick wondered who the girl was that had come between the two men, and if she and Jimmie were still together.
Shrugging to herself, she opened a cabinet in search of something to eat before whirling around at the sound of the bedroom door opening. Her breath caught as she looked at a very naked, very sleepy-looking Junior looking back at her.
"Where'd you go?" He asked softly.
Smiling gently, she padded back across the linoleum and into his arms.
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"Look at it this way…" Chad began, settling back in his chair. "At least you won't have to worry about seeing Lisa at the track anymore."
Jimmie grunted and said nothing.
Chad tried again. "Kick's a big girl, she can take care of herself."
Jimmie scowled at Chad, trying to find the right words. "Yeah. But you forget…I don't care about Kick or what she does on her own time."
"She's not breaking any rules." Chad said slowly.
"Yeah, not any rules of Winston Cup. Just rules of, oh, I don't know…good taste, good judgment, good everything. I mean, c'mon…Junior??" Jimmie moaned.
Chad couldn't resist a dig. "Who do you think would be better suited for her?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
Jimmie shrugged. "Dunno. Not him."
"You think you could do better?" Chad asked.
"I'm sure a pit bull would be more loyal, less temperamental and probably a lot cuddlier." Jimmie barked and Chad laughed. "Besides, I'm not interested."
"In her, or in anyone?"
"Her. I couldn't care less what Kick does on her own time."
Chad nodded, trying not to smile
at the rush of emotions on his younger friend's face.