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“What are you still moping about for, Son? We need you on top form tonight, okay? So, chin up, it might never happen.” His pop walked away, whistling.
Mike continued tying the stock car to the trailer, making sure it didn’t fall off along the interstate. He had a three-hour journey in Saturday traffic with Jaime to contend with before they reached the track on the outskirts of Pittsburgh.
“Do you need a hand with that, Mike?” Jaime pointed at the other side of the car, an orange and black 1985 Ford Capri.
“Yeah, thanks.” He yanked on the rope, checking it was nice and tight.
Mike didn’t bother looking up at her. He didn’t want to see her smug face. Since she’d gone to his pop, telling him of Mike’s plan to meet Elise at Swallow Point, Jaime had swanned about the garage like she own
