Before anyone could question Aiden’s sudden appearance, he grinned at Jordan. I jogged
behind Breanna as she edged closer. “So, how about a hot lap, Slater?”
Jordan’s brow furrowed beneath the brim of his dark ball-cap. The affable excitement of
the moment replaced by an almost suffocating tension.
I leaned to whisper in Breanna’s ear. “What’s a hot lap?”
“Turning the car around, making another run right now without a real cool down period
on the engine.” She chomped hard on the candy in her mouth, it gave with an audible crack.
“In what?” The answering engine rumble fired behind me. My head swiveled in time to
see Hunter inside the Camaro, rolling off the back of the trailer.
Chills skittered across my skin.
“Aiden—” The happiness and color had drained from Raelynn’s face.
Her brother’s rebellious lift of his shoulders spoke volumes.
“You didn’t tell me it was ready.” Jordan hitched his chin at the car then leveled a hard
stare at Aiden.
Everyone there would have flinched, but he smiled brighter in dimple winking challenge.
“If ya scared, say ya scared, Slater.”
Jordan’s upper lip curled, and he took one step away from Raelynn and closer to Aiden.
“Boy,” he drawled out the one word. “When have I ever been scared of you?”
Breanna and I were members of the small circle that seemed to surround them now. No
one outside heard Aiden’s quiet reply. “You need this as much as I do, brother.”
“Let’s do it.” Jordan never looked away as he pulled his and Raelynn’s joined hands to
his lips and kissed her knuckles.
The crowd dispersed like a colony of disturbed ants. Everyone shooting off in different
directions.
“Isaac,” Vic shouted and tossed the flashlight to his little brother. “You flag it, this one I
gotta roll with my boy.”
When Vic jogged over to the Malibu, Aiden clutched at his chest as if he was wounded.
He turned and looked at me for the first time that night. “Which lane are you riding with,
Hadley?”
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Sounds like a really good book!