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season.”
    “Well,
we both know that’s not possible. Not even your father could have done that.”
    “Right.
So that leaves Daytona. If I win at Daytona I get to keep my sponsor and my
ride for another season. That’s why my brain is so fucking scrambled right
now!”
    “So you’re
saying I’ve gone and hitched my wagon to the wrong horse?” I ask. The minute
that comes out of my mouth I regret it. That was a little too morose.
    “Didn’t
anyone ever tell you not to whip your horse? He’s liable to bolt and you’ll
lose your wagon as well.”
    “Sorry...I
shouldn’t have said that.”
    “You
think I can get a refill?” he asks, picking up his empty wine glass.
    “Sure.”
    I refill
both our glasses. This time when I sit down I notice he has moved closer to my
side of the couch and his knees are about an inch from mine. At least I got the
chance to return my skirt to its normal mid-thigh location.
    Over the
next hour or so we talk about our favorite subject, NASCAR. There’s not really
anything else that interests either of us. When I set my glass down again and
turn to face Marco I’m suddenly aware of how much I’ve had to drink. My head,
which was buzzing along rather pleasantly for much of the evening, has picked
up the pace and is now spinning.
    When I
turn to face Marco, I move a little too fast and sway, dangerously close to
falling off the couch. Marco realizes it and is there in a flash to steady me.
The only problem is that he happens to cop a feel in the process. The moment he
realizes what he’s inadvertently done he jerks both his hands back and I end up
falling unceremoniously onto the floor with a thud.
    “Sorry...sorry
Doc, didn’t mean to let you fall...”
    “It’s my
fault. I sat down kinda fast,” I glance at my empty glass. “And I don’t usually
drink this much.”
    He lets
me pick myself up off the floor, but this time when I sit, he’s so close that
I’m practically in his lap. Before I know it we’re in each other’s arms and
horizontal on my couch.
    “You
promised to be a gentle—”
    He
covers my mouth with his. There’s a battle raging in my mind. I swore I would
never get involved with another driver after Danny, and here I am sprawled out
with yet another driver. But we’re not actually involved , here. It’s just two consenting
adults having some post-race practice fun...or something like that.
    A
wandering hand tugging at the edge of my panties brings my mind back to the
present. Marco’s hand slips beneath the thin material and an involuntary gasp
escapes my lips as his palm cups my sex, forcing my legs farther apart. Without
really meaning to, I find myself arching my back. I let out a long sigh as he
lowers his weight down onto me. I feel him pressing against me, and I lose all
pretense of self-control. We undress each other in a hurry, and finally connect
in that most intimate of ways.
    I can
only thank god for the sound proof walls of my trailer, because damn do we put them to the test.

Chapter Five
The Atlanta
Motor Speedway, the ADVOCARE 500…

     
    “To finish first, you must first finish…” —Rick Mears
     
    Carrie
     “Glad
you decided to join me, Carrie.”
    Marco’s
spotter, Harvey Klein, invited me up to stand with him in the spotter's stand
during the race. It’s a rare honor and offers the best view of the track and
the 43 cars running today. I have such a limited view from my spot in the pit
area it gets really boring. Usually I have to sit in the hot sun with a thick
fireproof Red Bull safety suit for endless hours doing nothing. On occasion a
member of the crew will need medical attention but that’s pretty rare.
    The
first thing I notice while standing out here is that I can’t keep track of our
car. Everybody tries to have a unique paint job, but since the paint scheme
ties in directly to the colors of the sponsor’s product, sometimes you’ll get
similar schemed cars on the track. Also, from my vantage point way high