In the Fast Lane (Fast Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

right, and most of the time, they are.”
    “I know,” Amelia grumbled. “I just don’t see why you get to mouth off and I don’t.”
    “Listen, Dalton and I have known each other a long time. We were teammates back in Brazil. We just rub each other the wrong way and say and do stupid stuff. We don’t mean anything by it,” Jessi lied. She quickly added, “I mean it, Amelia, don’t ever do that to a coach, okay? I really shouldn’t have, and if I didn’t know Dalton better, I wouldn’t have.” That part, at least, was true.
    “Not to worry. I saw the way Coach McKinney looked at you. I would never say anything like that to a coach like him. That guy is hard sauce,” Amelia said in wide-eyed honesty.
    That part was probably true as well. Amelia was clearly terrified of Dalton, and she didn’t scare easily. “That’s good. It’s important to listen to your coaches. I know they’re tough, but they have your best interests in mind. Keep your head down and listen to everything they say. Your job is to support your teammates and swim as fast as you can. Let them do the rest.”
    A teenager through and through, Amelia gave a sigh of the perpetually afflicted. “He might be mean, but it’d be so much easier to listen if my coaches looked like him. If I were you, I wouldn’t fight with him. I’d be all ‘yes, sir, and what else can I do for you, Coach McKinney?’” She batted her eyelashes.
    What was wrong with kids these days?
    Jessi pursed her lips. She had noticed the girls looking at Dalton. She couldn’t blame them—he exuded sex appeal. But seriously, a little self-dignity would be nice. “Trust me--good looks are not all they’re cracked up to be.”
    “They don’t hurt.”
    “Just note that the good-looking ones usually know it. Don’t fall for their crap.”
    The thought of Dalton and his good looks made her already waning appetite almost non-existent. This wasn’t helped in the slightest by her disgustingly healthy breakfast. Man, eating during an Olympic year sucked.
    “It’s not like any of the guys notice me anyway,” Amelia grumbled. At sixteen and gangly, she’d yet to grow into herself.
    “Give it time. They will.”
    “Yeah, yeah.” Amelia nodded and pushed her food around her plate. “Why were you guys fighting anyway?”
    God, she didn’t want to talk about this. They hadn’t made it through the morning yet, and people were already whispering about Dalton and her. “He just told me I had to fix some things with my fly. I guess I have a hard time taking directions from some guy who used to be a teammate, you know?”
    “You don’t have problems taking directions from Coach Jameson.” Amelia eyed her with suspicion.
    Jessi tried not to be annoyed. “Yeah, but Sawyer was better than me,” she said with a conspiratorial grin. “Dalton wasn’t.” Jessi wasn’t normally cocky, but when the situation called for it...
    Amelia laughed and started back into her food. She stopped mid bite though and looked up, mouth and eyes gaping like a scared fish. Someone was obviously standing behind Jessi, and that someone frightened Amelia. There were only two people that really intimated her, and Jessi had the sinking feeling it was someone in particular. Someone who was not Sawyer.
    “Jessi, we need to go over that tape.”
    Damn it. Seriously? He had to interrupt her breakfast... such as it was.
    “I told you I would meet you in the film room after I was finished,” she tersely lied without looking up from her tray. After her little speech to Amelia about listening to coaches, Jessi couldn’t afford to look hypocritical. The girl was already onto her. Still, she wasn’t going to meet with him, ever. She saw absolutely no reason to let him—or Amelia—in on this little tidbit of information.
    “Actually, no, you didn’t. Unless, that is, you consider throwing your swim cap at me a way of telling me you’ll see me later.” Dalton paused.
    Since she refused to look at