Better things. More interesting things.
“God, I hate it when I get maudlin,” I said aloud on the way back to my room, and shook the glum mood off.
By the next morning, I’d given myself several lectures reminding myself that I had no intention to get involved with anyone and that, although a little mutually satisfying s*x wasn’t wrong, it was better if I had no intentions beyond that.
“The race is only for a month,” I told myself when I loaded my things into the car for the early-morning start. “After that, you return home and she goes back to California. There’s no future there.”
“Talking to yourself again, old man?” Rupert asked, taking his place in the backseat of the car.
“Shut it,” I told him amiably, ignoring the glare that Kell gave me as he climbed in behind the steering wheel.
