Chapter Fifteen
Reason number ninety-five that I hated cars:car sickness.
I was grateful for the bathroom on the bus, but I had already used it five times before we hit Florida. I had never been in a moving vehicle that long before and no matter what I did, nothing seemed to make it go away.
The look of worry on Law’s face as he helped me off the bus when we finally arrived at our hotel didn’t help with how I felt. In fact, it just drew more attention to the fact I didn’t just feel like shit, but I probably looked like it too.
“Let’s get you into bed.” Tony checked us in and then Law made sure to put me to bed before he headed out for the day. He had interviews all day today and then tomorrow was practice racing and the qualifying race. This was one of a few races that were done on a Saturday, so we wouldn’t be gone from home as long as I thought we would.
When I’d woken up finally it was pitch-black outside and Law was sitting in the corner of the room, balled up in the chair knocked out.
I tiptoed over to him, placing a kiss on his temple, and then made my way into the bathroom, knowing a good, hot shower would help me recuperate.
The scalding water cascading over my skin put me to ease, releasing all tension from my body that had built up over the drive. I had listened to Law and Tony talk about his schedule and I didn’t know just how much Law did while he was out on the road. That creepy feeling of being a burden had come back, but I shut it down. If he didn’t want me here, he wouldn’t have already had a place on the bus ready for me to sleep and a small closet to hold my belongings.
“You feel any better?” Law stepped into the shower with me, but I didn’t turn around from under the water.
“A little.” His hands moved over my body, suds rubbing against my skin as Law tried to wash away the trip down here.
“We’ll get you some Dramamine for the drive home.” He kissed my temple and continued his loving assault on my body. I melted into him as I let him take care of me.
I had no idea what his plans were for us, but all I knew was I didn’t want to leave this hotel room until tomorrow.
“I ordered room service,” Law whispered into my ear as he turned the shower off and grabbed for a giant towel to wrap around me.
“Those are the best four words I’ve ever heard.”
He chuckled, picking me up and walking me back to the bed where he deposited my body just as there was a knock on the door. He grabbed for the towel that was around me and then wrapped it around his waist to answer the door.
He wheeled back in a cart full of food that was covered and my stomach growled, not liking that I couldn’t see what I was about to devour. When Law lifted the cover I pounced toward him, reaching for the pizza, not caring that I was completely naked and still had water droplets running down my body.
“Easy, tiger.” Law set me back on the bed and joined in next to me with his own slice of pizza.
“I never knew you were this busy,” I told Law with my mouth full. I watched as he made sure to swallow before he answered.
“I never used to be, but after winning my last championship, most reporters knew I wasn’t backing down.”
“You’re amazing when you race.”
Law smiled at me. “Glad to know you think so. I’m pretty sure, though, that most of my fame right now is because of you.”
“What?” I questioned him. How could I be the source of his fame?
“Before you, I never dated, never cared to. Now, you’re the woman who’s nabbed NASCAR’s most eligible bachelor. It’s big news.”
“Is it?” I sat back and crossed my legs in front of me.
“Everyone wants to meet you.”
“They do?” I was still confused on how I had become any part of this.
“I’ve talked about you with most of the drivers, and their wives and girlfriends want to meet the infamous Anya. Reporters have picked up on the talk as well.” Law took another bite. “Almost every interview I do is them asking about you, so when we go to practice tomorrow, I’m going to make sure you have someone with you at all times.”
“Like a bodyguard?” I looked at Law like he was a crazy person.
“Exactly like a bodyguard.” His look was firm and unwavering, like if I even tried to argue I was going to fail.
Fine.
