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want to say anything.”
    Intuitive
bastard. Why couldn’t he have let me in on that theory before he left? At least then I
wouldn’t have been subjected to the insanity of Emma and her trying to sneak a
peek at my crankcase and her inner workings.
    Setting the picture on
his thigh, I looked up at him.
    “I’m ... sorry about Axle.”
    I could see the sadness
instantly in his tortured expression; he was still struggling with that. I knew
the events directly prior to the race were hazy but he remembered what Alley
told him.
    “I know.” He murmured
with a nod. I watched as his eyes shinned with tears though none spilled over.
    Squeezing his eyes
tightly, he composed himself. Jameson never showed his emotions that way but he
did when it came to that brown-eyed little boy who stole a piece of his heart
that day he spent with him. A piece that would forever be
held with Axle Nathan Taylor.
    Continuing to stare at
our picture, Kyle knocked softly on the door before stepping inside. I could
see his girlfriend standing outside in the hall waiting for him.
    “Hey bud, how are you
feeling?”
    “Ready to race,”
Jameson attempted to give a thumbs up with his good hand that was wrapped
around me.
    “Hah!” Kyle laughed.
“You’re funny.”
    Jameson looked down
with a nod. He knew he was going to be missing a few races and I think that
bothered him.
    “I
hear they’re doin ’ surgery on the wrist tomorrow
morning?” Kyle moved closer sitting on the couch just inside the door.
    “Yeah,” Jameson sighed.
“ Puttin ’ in some pins ... I guess.”
    Kyle stood and walked
toward the bed. Jameson moved his arms from around my shoulder, reaching for
Kyle’s hand. “I’m glad you’re okay bud. You scared me.”
    “I know ... I’m sorry.”
    Kyle reached for his
cell phone in his pocket. “Can you repeat that?” he laughed pushing the phone
toward him. “I want to record it.”
    I started giggling from
my place beside him.
    “Not a chance.” Jameson
glared at me before turning it on Kyle. “That’s the only sorry you will ever
get out of me. Remember that.”
    “Oh I will.” Kyle
added. “I wasn’t sure you were capable of those two words.”
    Jameson groaned. “So what
do we do about another driver?”
    “We got a few options
around.” Kyle told him. “We can worry about that after the surgery when we know
how long you will be out. That will determine who we choose.”
    Jameson and Kyle made
small talk for a moment before pussycat doll came back in to deliver the good
stuff. I knew I only had about fifteen minutes before he fell asleep.
    Kyle politely excused
himself before Melanie started her process of exams on Jameson.
    Being the
crazy-irrational-hormone-enraged-pigizzle that I was now, I watched every move she made and scrutinized every look Jameson gave her trying to
decipher whether or not he’d be attracted to her. Having never been insecure, I
wasn’t impressed with these emotions at all. I’d like to blame it on my
hormones but I seemed to be blaming everything on that these days. You’d think
at some point my brain would need to take some sort of responsibility.
    My thoughts were lost
when the nurse began her exam, pushing his gown aside to reveal his stomach. My
eyes instinctively went to his lower abdomen and then lower hoping to catch a
glimpse of the camshaft. All I was able to see was the faint dark hair leading
to my favorite track. And if you’re not familiar with a camshaft, this was my
term for a man’s penis. It’s a long shaft that’s inserted into the crankcase (a
woman’s vagina). I had name for anything sexual and it all related to engines.
    “Oh, well look at
those,” Melanie snickered looking over Jameson’s tattoos on his lower hips that
told her he belonged to Sway Reins.
    I laughed trying to
hide my amusement by pretending to cough. Didn’t work. Jameson shot me a glare attempting to cover his hips from being exposed
further.
    “You’re going to have
those