CHAPTER 26
I CHEWED AT the ragged edges of my bottom lip as I waited for the race to start. Lexi didn’t look much calmer as she stood next to me in the Lycra outfit she’d worn for her role as a grid girl.
“The organisers weren’t very happy about me being out there,” she’d told me earlier. “They wanted all the girls to match. You know, skinny, blonde hair, blue eyes, blank stare. But Blake and Brandon insisted they were having me or they weren’t having anybody.”
“That’s a good thing. Too many girls get the message that you have to look like a Barbie doll to conform. At least in a small way they sent a message.”
“And Marianne got pissed because the cameras were on me instead of her.”
“Bonus.”
Blake was first in the car. The competitors had just set off on their green flag lap, and then
