Iris snorted with amusement. “Owen betterhopehe doesn’t get jealous.”
Seb grinned. “I’d pay to see that punk knocked on his ass.”
Owen stepped through the open roll-up door. “Thispunkis wondering why there’s a pizza party happening in his storage unit.”
“Bailey was hungry,” Iris said. “If you’re gonna make him work his ass off for you, the least you could do is feed him.”
“I’m not a pet,” I protested. “Icanfeed myself.”
Owen grabbed up Seb’s plate, containing a slice of meat lovers pizza, from his trunk. “This car is not afuckingtable.”
“Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t want to take a break because I know the drag race is tonight.”
“Fuck yes, it’s tonight,” Owen said, eyes hot. “You promised me you’d have this fucker ready byyesterday.”
“Well, it’s ready now,” I said.
“What if there’s a problem with it working?” he challenged.
“There won’t be. I stand by my work.”
“There better not be,” he said flatly, turning to look at his car. “But just in case there is, you’re coming to this fucking drag race with me.”
“That’s not really my scene,” I said carefully.
He turned with a feral grin. “It is tonight. You’ll be my pit crew. Grab your tools. If anything, and I meananything, is off, you’re going to fix the problem for me.”
“This is a bad idea, Bailey,” Iris said.
“I’m with her,” Seb answered. “You’ve more than paid this douche back.”
Owen cast him an unimpressed look. “Nobody asked the peanut gallery.”
I chewed the inside of my cheek. I knew it was a bad idea, but Ihadput a lot of work into this car, and I wouldn’thateseeing how it performed.
Call it curiosity or ego, but I couldn’t resist the idea of this car winning, my skill setting it apart from all the others out there. It would be almost as good as being in the driver’s seat myself.
“Fine. I’ll go.”
“Yes!” Owen crowed.
“Bailey,” Iris said, a warning in her tone. “This guy is just using you. You need to be careful. Drag racing is illegal.”
“I know.” I shot a look at Owen. “I’ll come because I blew my deadline, and you want some reassurance there won’t be any problems. But therewon’tbe because I’m a badass.”
Owen laughed. “You sure as fuck are. Come on. Grab what you need and let’s go. You can ride with me.”
“My car is right outside.”
“Yeah, well, we don’t want extra vehicles drawing attention to the festivities, so you’re with me.”
I tossed my keys to Iris. “Can you?”
“Sure. I rode over with Seb.”
“Maybe we should come to this drag race too,” Seb suggested.
“You’re not invited,” Owen said. “But feel free to clean up this place for Bailey. We gotta go.”
