He’s given this a lot of thought, which sets me at ease. Turner Montgomery may once have been a man who floated on the wind and caved to his selfish nature, but he’s now a man who plans, a man who fights for what he wants, a man determined to win.
Yeah, against the odds, I like Turner Montgomery.
My boyfriend’s father.
My new boss.
Chapter 39
Vox
When we got back to my condo after meeting my dad, I marched Connor to my front door, flipping the bird to the men I knew were there, but couldn’t see, and Connor made me pull up my contract with Patterson again, so he could scour it for loopholes. Mostly, we just rediscovered how shitty Grey has been to me.
After everything, I shouldn’t have been surprised.
But I was. And it still hurts like a sonofabitch.
There was one question we thought of that had me making a call to my dad, though, and I’m praying it’ll be enough.
Other than that one call, yesterday was eerily quiet from a communication perspective, and I did my best to get into a race-day mindset after helping Connor grab his things from his cabin and getting him settled into my condo.
Grey sent a text saying he was needed elsewhere, and our chat would have to wait. At this point, I’m just not sure he can say anything to repair the damage. The time for that was two days ago, when I silently begged him on the phone to tell me I had it wrong. When he didn’t, there was a definitive shift in myallegiance, and today, I’m racing for my teammates. I’m racing for Connor. I’m racing for my dad. And I’m racing forme.
Race day is finally here, so despite the lack of sleep, I wake up to a three-course meal of adrenaline filling my veins.
As I stir, Connor throws an arm across my waist, pulling me into him.God, I love having him in my bed.
“Good morning, baby,” I whisper into his hair as he moves his head to my armpit, inhaling and kissing me there once, twice, three times.
“Morning, hotshot,” Connor says, and I feel his lips curl into a smile against my skin. “You ready to get your ass kicked today?”
I poke him in the side, making him exhale a sleepy chuckle as he squirms.
“We’ll see whose ass takes the beating. Which reminds me, you should probably make sure you’re prepped. Winning makes me horny as fuck.”
We take our time rolling out of bed, but I don’t even have a chance to finish my first cup of coffee before there’s a knock on my door.
I’m fully expecting it to be Grey, but I’m shocked to see Renner standing on my threshold.
“Is it true?” he asks with more than a little bite to his words.
“Ren, it’s five-thirty in the morning. What the fuck are you doing here, and what are you talking about?”
“Are youfuckingCoach Lang?”
Okay, so either we aren’t done with his homophobic issues, or he thinks I’m somehow getting insider tips from Connor’s ass.
“Why are you asking that?”
“Answer the fucking question, Vox!”
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” I reply, trying to stay calm.
“How the fuck is itnotmy business when we’re supposed to be teammates? You’re going to let us all get fucked in this competition just because you want to bend over for him?”
I’m still trying to process his words when a deep voice answers from behind me. “Bold of you to make assumptions about his position in bed, Mr. Gentry,” Connor says, shrugging into a hunter-green robe.
Grinding his teeth, Renner says, “So, that’s a yes, then. This is suchbullshit.”
