I turn to Meadow, excitement twisting my stomach and I’m so lost for words. “I can’t believe youcalled my dad.” I intertwine our fingers, the warmth he emits grounds me.
“I saw you having a weak moment with my dad, I came by to grab something for Russ but I didn’t want to interrupt you and I knew it must be related to him.”
I pull his body to mine and embrace him tightly. “Thank you.”
Blakely
Dad is here, looking happier than ever and I’m so glad he chose to come. It’s been a few days of racing and secret meetups behind the store with Milo and Donna and I’m over the moon about how this summer truly turned out to be the best one I have ever had.
“Okay guys, I have a tattoo session so I need to leave, but you have to beat Dad and tell the tale because no one does,” I say as I stand up, ready to go.
“I’m on it,” Milo lifts another card, thinking he will win this time but I’m sure Dad has different plans.
“Call,” Dad exposes his flash, “What do you have to say now?”
“You bastard,” Donna says, her deadpan expression is freaking hilarious, and we laugh out loud.
“Told you,” I raise my voice as I leave and head to my caravan. I pet Chaos and Arrow and stride with a smile on my face and serendipity I haven’t felt in a long time.
Craning my neck to the skies, I stare at the light clouds that blanket the blue skies and distract me as I bump into someone. “Sorry.”
“No worries,” He fondly says in his British accent. “Nice hair!”
“Thanks,” I reply with a smile and move past him.
“Are you familiar with Meadow?”
“Yeah, I know him,” I freeze at the sudden question and spin to face him, “Why?”
“He told me a bit about you.” He nods up and down with a big undefinable smile.
“And you are…?”
He looks around and whispers, “His agent.” Something akin to a motive reflects in his gray eyes.
“Oh,” I express quietly. “I didn’t say anything, I promise.”
“Oh no, it’s not about that.” He sighs like a burden is sitting right on his shoulder. “You see, he needs to focus on the competition. Keep his head in the game,” he nods repeatedly, narrowing his eyes like he’s trying to deliver a message, ensuring I get it. “Not a summer fling.”
“A summer fling…” I squint my eyes back and drag the last word.
He sent his agent to get rid of me… or is he trying to get rid of me all on his own? I don’t know if I’m appalled or unperturbed. I scratch my scalp trying to get my head around it.
Classic.
My time here is coming to an end soon and they try to quiet me before it gets too complicated.
“Please, make sure this…” he twists his hand, making circles in the air, “Doesn’t get in the way. He already told methis is nothing, just someone he met and it is not serious. Blakely Wilder, don’t make me hunt you,” he laughs but his words are not funny at all.
Just someone…
“How do you know my name?” Knowing Meadow, he doesn’t share information so easily.
“I have my ways when I want to get to the bottom of things.” He claps his hands together once. “Sounds good?” His attempts to lighten the conversations are grating on my nerves.
“Sure.” I fake a grin. “Don’t worry, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” Even if we’re outside of the city.
“Great!” he takes a step back, and glances at me one last time, “keep it between us for his sake.” He strides away.
