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join the witness protection program for a while Aunt Emma,” I
heard Arie tell her, “When dad finds out you organized his motor coach he’s
gonna go apeshit.”
    “Don’t
tell him,” Emma said, “it’s not like he has to know. I’ll just say that Sway
did it.”
    “Oh,
yeah,” Sway laughed when she saw me standing in the doorway, my arms crossed
over my chest, listening to them at the kitchen island, “I usually organize his
motor coach.”
    Sway
didn’t organize anything. She could cook a mean fried spaghetti dinner but when
it came to organization. Nope, not a clue. That’s what
Emma was for as far as Sway was concerned. Usually she knew to stay out of my
motor coach. Apparently, this year it’d slipped her mind.
    “Don’t
tell—”
    I cleared
my throat, “don’t tell me what?”
    Arie and
Emma looked at each other as Sway continued to laugh, her hand clamped over her
mouth trying to suppress her giggles.
    “He’s been
standing there the whole time, hasn’t he?” Emma asked Sway.
    My wife
couldn’t take it and burst into laughter nodding her head, Shit like this made
her day.
    Emma
looked behind her. “Jameson,” I knew she was going to change subjects, “next
time you dump bleach on my lawn, remember to put the bottle away.
    “I have no
idea what you’re talking about.”
    We went
about our morning, arguing, laughing and trying to decide on what we were doing
for mom’s birthday. None of us agreed on anything and in turn, we left it up to
Emma since she’d get her way anyway.
     
    Before
heading to the shop for the morning, Sway asked that I find a few boxes she
thought she forgot at the other house. We recently sold it to another driver in
the Nationwide Series, Travis Gurd . He seemed like a
nice kid and recently started a family so I knew the house would be perfect for
him.
      
Sway didn’t like moving and actually was against it but we needed more room.
The house on Lake Norman was only around ten acres and with three kids and
their cousins, we needed more land and less nosy neighbors.
      
I gathered the boxes that were left, loaded them into my truck and then took a
walk out to the dock where we used to spend a lot of time. Sometimes, like now,
when Sway had some mixed emotions about moving, I wondered if it was the right
thing to do. Our kids grew up here. We spent nearly every Monday night on this
very dock watching them grow, swimming, barbeques, throwing them by their legs
into the water. Sway told me she was pregnant with Casten on this dock. I shot
my brother in the ass with a potato gun from this dock. Arie broke her arm when
she was ten on this dock.
    Taking a
deep breath, I turned and walked up the dock looking over the markings that
made this place a home for us for so long. Burn marks from where the boys tried
to water ski threw a fire strip. Chipped wood from where I tried to carve our
names and ended up slicing my hand. It’s like changes made to your car during
the race, what once worked earlier in the race doesn’t always work half way
through. We’d outgrown this place and there was nothing wrong with that.
    I took off
to the shop and found my sister’s twin boys, Noah and Charlie, cleaning. After
they drove our parts van into Lake Norman, they owed me some free labor so I
had them cleaning engine parts, toilets and anything else I thought was a shit
job. Emma and Aiden’s twins were assholes and had been since the day they were
born. Every set of twins I’d ever known were jerks. Even Sway’s half-brothers
were assholes. Even though they were grown up now, they were still a pain in my
ass at times.
    “Hey
Jameson, are you in here?” Grady called out pushing open the door to the shop
and carrying two coffees in his hand. I knew I liked him right then.
    “Yeah, I’m
in here.”
    His dark
eyes met mine and he smiled as he drew closer. Grady Andrews was a hungry
twenty-one year old racer out of Kannapolis looking for a start. He’d grown up
around the short