Twenty-Three
We were out in the middle of nowhere, as this was not a sanctioned race. My job was as a part of the medical staff in the very likely event of an accident. If an ambulance was called, the patient would be taken to a hospital and then, likely, to jail afterwards. I’d already been handed a fat wad of cash for my services. It wasn’t enough to keep the house, but it was enough for a security deposit on an apartment.
I stood in the medical tent and spied Eagle in the distance. He leaned under his car’s hood with Hawk at his side. He wore a dark jumpsuit that clung to his athletic form. I pulled my bottom lip in with my teeth thinking about how much I wanted to be that jumpsuit.
With my pre-race duties done, I wandered away from the tent. Scantily clad women sashayed through the
