Race acted like she didn’t like me much, but I could tell that she did. I’d caught her more times than I could count checking me out.
No matter what came out of her mouth, I knew that her attraction to me was as great as mine was to her.
She was strong, independent, and self-assured, but there was more to her. Something sweet and kind that had been tamped down over time was hidden under the surface.
Something inside me wanted to find out.
Plus, I needed a little fun. I lived in the sticks, and there wasn’t a damn thing to do around here. The last thing I wanted to do tonight was sit by the fire and watch the stars pass overhead again.
I figured I’d meet with Race and see where the night took us. I wanted to dig deeper and find out what made her tick.
My phone chimed as I dumped my coffee into the sink, ready to start the day.
Race: I’ll be there at 5 sharp. Don’t keep me waiting.
I stared at the screen. I’d been waiting since I’d seen her a week ago. The real Race True would reveal herself tonight.
As I climbed into my car, I replied.
Me: Change of plans. Meet me at the Fly Bar around 5. I’ll be waiting for you.
I tossed my phone on the passenger’s seat, revved the engine, and turned the radio up before I pulled away.
I could tell that this was going to be a kickass day and the best way to start the weekend.
Thomas tosseda file onto his desk and sighed. “We need to hire someone else,” he told James, avoiding eye contact.
James nodded, collapsing on the couch. “You’re right. Any ideas who?”
“I don’t know,” Thomas said, dragging his hands through his hair.
“Morgan, you know anyone?” James asked.
I shook my head. “I don’t know anyone around here.”
“The only person I can think of is…” Thomas started, rubbing his chin.
“Don’t,” James warned, waving him off.
Thomas slapped the desk, glaring at James. “Come on, man. So much time has passed. She’s your wife now, for shit’s sake.”
“You know I don’t like him, Thomas.” James wrinkled his nose.
“James, get the fuck over it already. Sam and Izzy are only friends. She’s in love with you, and Sam has a woman.”
“How do you know?” James asked as he sat up.
Thomas kicked his feet up on the desk and reclined in his chair. “We’ve been in contact.”
I looked between them both as they stared each other down. “Um, who the fuck is Sam?”
Thomas glanced at me. “Izzy’s friend,” he replied.
“Her old fuck buddy,” James said, curling his lip.
“Oh.” My mouth fell open.
“I’ll never forgive him for putting her in danger, Thomas.”
