Page 78 of Off the Grid

“I have some ideas for the AITA thing.”

“Okay. I’ll have Elise set something up to go over it with you.”

“I want you in on the meeting,” he says, brow narrowing.

“Um. Okay.” I chuckle. “Why?”

“Because you’re avoiding me, and I don’t like to be avoided.”

Shit. He knows.

“No, I haven’t. I’ve been . . . busy. Kissing up to sponsors. Trying to get these new campaigns everywhere. And a whole lot of other stuff.”

“A whole lot of other stuff. Is that a technical term?” he asks.

“Yes. Very technical.”

“That’s what I thought.” He glances over his shoulder.

“You had impressive results last race. How are you feeling with everything?”

“Good. Fine.” He tilts his head to the side and studies me. I squirm under his scrutiny. “I saw you with Steele Pennington in Montreal. What’s that all about?”

Oh.

Oooh.

Is that jealousy I detect from Spencer Riggs? Jealousy that has no business being there. And why do I kind of like it?

But why is he jealous? He doesn’t like me. Dare cards and everything with them.

“Camilla.” He groans out my name.

I freeze. My name. The tone in which he says it. The odd desperation laced in it. I swear to God it sounds exactly like my dream. My body sparks to life—not like his presence didn’t already do that, but it’s tenfold now.

“What? What did I do?” I sound as guilty as I feel.

“Why was he there? With you?”

“Steele likes racing. He’s an avid follower.”

“And he just happened to be what? A guest of yours to the race?”

This is quite amusing. He’s fishing and it’s adorable.

“Of my father’s. They’re acquaintances.”

“But you left with him. From the event. Out the door.”

The way he says out the door is hilarious.

My smile deepens. “I did.”

Ask me where I went. Prove my theory right.

He rocks on his heels. “Cool. Okay.” He hooks a thumb over his shoulder. “I’ve got sim time scheduled. I should get going.”

“Okay. Have a good training session.”