[chapter eleven]
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Kick tried not to sprint towards the driver's coach area as she finally was
released from her mandatory officiating meeting upon arriving at the track,
as they did each week.
She'd been in Daytona for the better part of the week, and Junior had been jaunting all over the map, but they had agreed to see each other as soon as they could at the track that weekend. Kick grinned to herself at the thought of seeing him for the first time in four days.
Four days that felt like four years…she loved that feeling of dying to see someone and tell them all about your week, and them telling you about theirs.
Practically skidding to a halt, she rapped on Junior's door and waited impatiently for him to throw it open, drag her inside and kiss her senseless.
Cocking her head to one side, she knocked again and waited, trying not to tap her foot.
Finally, she tried the door and when it swung open, stepped inside. She smiled when she saw the bedroom door was shut.
'That man sleeps more than anyone I know', she thought with a smile. Quietly, she walked back to the door and gently turned the knob, a smile on her face as her heart still beat quickly.
Her mouth quickly turned from a smile to a perfect O of horror as her eyes fell to the bed.
Slapping a hand to her mouth, she turned with a muffled cry and fled towards the front door.
She could hear Junior yelling "Fuck!" behind her as she tripped over one of his shoes and nearly fell flat on the ground. "Kick! Wait! Kick! It's not what it looks like!" She vaguely heard over the pounding in her ears.
She launched the front door open and stumbled out, fighting the tears that threatened her.
Junior. And some blonde. Naked. Bed. And they were…
And they were…
She squeezed her eyes shut.
'Say it!' her mind screamed as she ran blindly away from the coaches.
"Fucking!" Kick said in a strangled cry to herself as she continued to pick up speed, stopping only when she collided into a very solid body.
She looked up to see Ryan McCray, Jimmie's front tire changer, looking down at her in confusion. "Uh, you need some…you okay?" He asked.
She nodded and tried to compose herself. "Yes. Fine. Thanks. Listen, can you tell me where I can find Chad?"
Moments later, Kick followed McCray into the 48 garage and found Chad flat on his back under the car, muttering to himself.
"Chad?" Kick said, crouching down to see him. He looked up at her, his eyes narrowing as he saw her tearstained face.
"Kick…you okay?" He asked, reaching over his head to take her hand in his and squeeze it.
Kick fought back tears again as she shook her head. "After the race on Sunday, what are you doing?"
"I, uh…I don't know. What are we doing?" Chad asked gently.
"Drinking. Heavily." Kick said and Chad laughed a little. "Okay?"
"Okay."