“Coming from you, that must mean something.” I chortled.
“Ha-Ha… It only takes one f**k up, and she’s gone. I like Arianna and don’t want her to
get hurt because you can’t keep it in your pants,” Cyrus said, tapping my helmet.
“Where’s Brody?” I asked, changing the subject.
“The old change of conversation doesn’t work with me. Listen, she’s racing and planning
the charity event. Keep it civil,” Cyrus said.
“Why again is she racing?” I questioned.
“Because I’ve been training her, and she has the passion to be out on the track like you
and me. Are you scared?” Cyrus replied.
“She’s a girl. I have nothing to be scared of.”
“She might surprise you,” Cyrus implied, walking off toward his office.
Tripp came up next to the car to help me push it out.
“Ready to go?” Tripp asked.
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