Then what?
Graham
Well…it ended with Rome saying fuck you to his dad, and then Lucas tore out of the parking lot faster than I could even wrap my head around what had even happened.
Van
Why is Lucas even in town? We’re all heading to Bahrain in two days.
I’m not sure I agree with the way my stomach twists with worry.
Surely I’m not worried about Rome.
I shake my head. Of course I’m not. I’m only worried about this messing with his head and distracting him.
Beck
I gotta say…it makes me hate Rome a little less, knowing he said fuck you to his dad.
I type,Is Rome okay?,only to delete it a moment later. I know my brothers well enough to know they’ll take my words and twist them into something they’re not–like implying that I actually care about Rome, which I do not.
I care about Vanstone and winning. Not Rome.
There’s a difference.
I pick up the pace and walk toward Ellis.
“Busy morning?” I ask.
He frowns. “You could say that.”
“So you saw?”
He nods. “I was about to step out there, but then I saw your brother take charge.”
“Was it bad?” I ask.
Ellis’s cheeks puff with a nod. “Seeing the way Rome’s father treated him this morning makes me a little less skeptical of his reasons for switching teams.”
Interesting.
I say nothing else and walk into the quiet, vast lobby. My phone continues to vibrate in my bag, but I’d rather speak face to face with Graham and get a good read on what’s going on before finding myself alone with a testy Rome.
Music blares throughout the speakers when I walk onto the shop floor. The tall garage doors are open slightly to let some air in, with engine parts splayed over the floor next to each car. My brother has his back to me, his eyes set on the computer screen as he checks something.
“Graham!” I shout.
He doesn’t move an inch. I try again, but still, he doesn’t move.
I pull a pen out of my purse and chuck it at his head.
He turns around angrily, his brown hair falling onto his forehead. His jaw unflexes when he sees me, but that doesn’t seem to deter him from bending low to grab the pen to throw it back at my face.
I move quickly, and the pen misses me by an inch.
He keeps the music on and points to a sign above my head. I turn and read it.
No girls allowed—only the wordgirlsis crossed out with permanent marker, and instead, it sayssisters.
