Med school was a done deal. The house wasn’t important. Ben was no pressure. Jared was nothing but a temptation that couldn’t be trusted.
I was on top of the world.
My car door opened, and I snapped my eyes over to see Jared’s “assistant” climbing into the car.
“What are you doing?” I barked, watching her settle back and fasten the seat belt.
“Coming with,” she answered, pushing her black-frame glasses up the bridge of her nose.
I stared at her, befuddled, because I wasn’t entirely sure if she was trying to be friendly or piss me off.
I cleared my throat and looked at her. “You’re sleeping with my ex-boyfriend,” I pointed out. “Get out.”
She reached over, turning down the volume on my stereo.
“I’m not sleeping with Jared,” she corrected. “I have never slept with Jared, nor do I ever want to.”
I narrowed my eyes, studying her.
She nodded, allowing, “Although we are close, even though he likes to pretend we’re not. I saw him almost cry once, and it kind of made me like him more despite the fact that he maintains it never happened,” she explained. “But he’s not my type, and I promise you of that.”
She looked at me firm and serious, and I kind of believed her.
And then I wondered why I cared.
I turned the volume back up. “Out,” I ordered, but then she turned it back down.
“I’m bored,” she argued. “And I’d like to experience my boss’s humble beginnings. If you’re lucky, I may start to like you.”
I rolled my eyes.
I saw Zack get up on the podium with his megaphone, and I checked to make sure I was in first gear.
“You’re a distraction,” I blurted out, wishing she’d get out of my car. I was tempted to get someone to haul her out, but it would waste my time.
“I’d say you were already distracted,” she retorted, and I snapped my eyes up at her, catching her insinuation.
“Ready!”
I jerked my gaze back out the windshield, not feeling ready.
“Set!” I heard him call, and I blasted the music, shooting her a warning look.
Why was she in my car? Why did she think I was distracted?
And shit, how many laps was I doing again?
Uh . . . four. Four laps. I nodded to myself. Yeah, four.
“Go!” he shouted, and I sucked in a breath, gassing the damn car with all of my might.
I yanked the stick down into second and up into third, smoothing into my gears like always. My car was a part of me, and I checked my rearview mirror, seeing two of the cars still behind me and Jaeger at my side.
Coming up on the first turn, I let Jaeger go ahead, and I drifted behind him around the turn. I skidded, going to the outside, but not having to slow nearly as much.
“Whoa!” Pasha shouted as we raced, and I shot down into fourth as I slammed my foot down on the gas and sped ahead, now in front of everyone.
I’d love to say it was merely skill, but the car was a huge part, as well. The size and maneuverability were strong factors.
I shot up into fifth and down into sixth, hearing Pasha’s excited breaths next to me. “I thought hanging out in the racing world, you’d be used to this,” I challenged, seeing her holding the handle above the door as I tried to keep my mind off Jared, who was no doubt watching my every move out here.
Pasha breathed hard. “I drive for fun, and I watch races, but I’m hardly ever the passenger.” She shook her head, smiling. “It’s different.”
I almost smiled back. Yeah, she was right. Riding with Jared had been a huge rush. No control—you just rode and put your life in someone else’s hands.
It was an entirely different experience but still as exciting.
I rounded the next turn and the next, slowly starting to relax.
I finally turned down the music. “You don’t know me, okay?” I told her, setting the record straight. “Whatever Jared told you . . .”
I felt her eyes on me, and even though I wanted to know what she knew, I wasn’t opening this up for discussion.
No one—especially people I didn’t know—made me feel bad about myself. And her look at me earlier had made me shrink.
“The guy you’re dating?” she started softly. “Ben? He’s a lifeline to you. Something to hold on to so you don’t sink, right?”
I peered over at her, confused and shocked at the same time. Lifeline?
“You know how I know?” she asked. “Because you’re a strong woman, and he’s too weak for you. You can’t possibly respect him.”
“That’s ridiculous,” I snapped. “You don’t know us. You just met us. He’s a good guy, and I like him a lot.”
“I’m sure you do,” she shot back, sounding amused. “As a friend.”
I squeezed the wheel, racing past the finish line and continuing for the first turn again.
“He does what you tell him to do,” she went on. “He doesn’t argue, and he doesn’t run away. He’s easy to handle, right?”
When I said nothing, she continued, “Jared kept trying to get under your skin earlier, and Ben should’ve reacted,” she mused. “As the guy you’re dating, he should’ve taken offense—at least a little bit—but he was too much of a coward.”
I chewed the inside of my lip, fire burning down my leg as I floored the gas.