“Yeah?”
“As in all of us,” Luna fills in.
“Dark Horse is pretty exciting,” I reply with a proud smile.
“No,” Amy says. “Just the girls. They want to do a Rosie the Riveter style shoot on the three of us. All about the women of racing.”
“Now that is cool,” I reply before looking at Luna. Her past isn’t my story to tell, but she does have one. “Are you cool with this?”
She shrugs one shoulder. “It’s not me they really want. I’m just hot-as-fuck background material.”
“You’re more than background material,” I murmur to her.
“Not yet,” she says with a hesitant smile. “But soon.”
“What else is on tap today?” I ask, clapping my hands once to change the subject.
“I’d like to run some tests on the B car,” Amy says. “I think we’ve fixed the drag issue.”
“Awesome. Let’s get her on the track,” I reply. “Let me just go suit up really fast.”
I make my way to the locker room and open my locker. I kick off my sneakers and pull on my fire suit. I have it halfway up, not completely covering my ass, when I catch movement out the corner of my eye. I straighten immediately and scream.
“Jesus,” King bites out as he cover my mouth with a meaty palm, and I push away. “You’re fucking loud.”
“You scared the shit out of me,” I pant, out of breath.
“I told you if you can’t see me, I can’t see you,” he says like he’s explaining something to a child.
“I was changing.”
“You think a killer will take the time to wait while you make yourself decent?”
He had me there, but I wasn’t ready to admit defeat just yet.
“You could have told me you were here.”
“It’s not my job to hold your hand,” he says quietly, and I look away, swallow against the nervousness creeping up my throat, and nod. “Good. Now get ready.”
I let go of my fire suit where I’m clutching it to my chest, slip my arms in, and do up the pulls. I slide my feet into my boots and pull my gloves, stocking cap, and helmet out of the locker before stuffing my sneakers in the bottom and closing it up.
I make my way out to the track with King on my heels. Amy has just pulled my B car around to the test track, and I tug on my stocking cap.
“Let’s see what she can do now,” Amy says as she moves out of the way so I can climb in.
“It’s my favorite part of the day.”
I raise my leg to climb up, and for the second time today, King grabs me by the back of my clothes to stop my progression. This is not a habit I would like to get into.
I let out a frustrated sigh. “King?”
“Yep.”
“What are you doing?”
“Not a big fan of repeating myself, babe.”
“Well, I’m not a big fan of being grabbed by my clothes and hauled around,” I reply.
