Chapter 10
Jett
I underestimated my parents. I had spent hours agonizing over the perfect way to bring up my idea to them last night while I was lying under the stars with Keanna. I had managed to pull off getting us one day off work by having Krissy from Oakcreek Motocross come and work in Keanna’s place, but my plan was bigger than that.
I wanted to get her off work for the rest of the summer.
And then I wanted to stop training Dad’s clients.
We both need a break. This is one of those points in the relationship where it’ll either get better or worse, and I can’t have it getting worse. People say long distance relationships never work out, and right now it feels like we’re long distance because I travel so much. If everything goes according to my plan, and Team Loco puts me in the motocross series this year, I’ll be traveling even more than I am now. I can’t lose Keanna and I don’t want to lose motocross, either. So I decided to try to fix this before it becomes a problem.
There was no way my parents would agree to this, not at all. Not in the slightest. I mean, theyneedus, right? So, when I finally approach my parents over breakfast and coffee this morning, I don’t expect them to agree. But I don’t have a backup plan, so I take a deep breath and hope for the best.
“We have to find a way to make it work,” Mom says right after I tell her what I’d been thinking.
Dad nods. “It shouldn’t be too hard… I mean… I don’t trust anyone else to train my clients, but now that the races are set up, I can probably get back to training them myself soon. And we can hire people to do Keanna’s job at the front desk.”
“And I should probably look into hiring a babysitter,” Mom says, her lips sliding to the side of her mouth. She glances over at Brooke, who is laying in this baby seat thing that bounces up and down. “Becca and I have been talking about finding a really good nanny to look after Brooke and Elijah.”
Dad lifts an eyebrow and watches Mom with this incredulous look on his face, one that probably matches my own.
“Seriously?” I say with a snort. “You and Becca are like the most overprotective parents ever. I don’t believe you’d trust someone else with your kid besides Keanna.”
“Well… I said areally goodnanny,” Mom says with a shrug. “You know… one who has lots of references, and one who loves kids and isn’t in it just for the money, and one who can pass a drug test and a criminal background test and—” She heaves a sigh. “Trust me, I’d be researching the hell out of a nanny, but I think we could find one. Plus, she could just watch the kids at The Track in the daycare and then Becca and I can keep an eye on her.”
“So, you think this can work?” I ask. My voice sounds a little disbelieving because I’m still not sure my parents can actually live without us for the rest of the summer, but I really hope they can.
Mom looks at Dad and they exchange some wordless thoughts with each other.
“Keanna’s been working her butt off lately and it’s her summer break. She deserves some time off,” Mom says.
Dad nods. “And you need to focus on motocross, not working at The Track. I appreciate it, son, I really do, but I worry your luck will run out soon.”
I scowl. “You think my winning streak is luck? Psh…”
Dad grins. “It’s not luck. I raised you with the skill to win, but you know what I mean. You don’t need to be caught up in work here. Focus on Team Loco.”
“So…” I set my fork down on my empty plate. “We’re off? Starting now?”
“Yep,” Dad says.
I grin so big it hurts my cheeks. Mom rolls her eyes and waves her hand at me, shooing me away. “Go on. Go tell Keanna the good news.”
I throw on some clothes and call Keanna, asking her to meet me between our houses. I’m too excited to tell her my plans, and I can’t waste an extra five minutes walking all the way over to her house.
She’s wearing leggings and a tank top with flip flops, which is otherwise known as my favorite outfit of hers. The tight-fitting clothes put all her sexy curves on display. The only thing better would be having her naked under the sheets with me.
“What’s up?” she says when we’re only a few feet apart.
I grab her and kiss her, because my good news can wait about three more seconds, then I say, “We’re officially fired for the rest of summer.”
She lifts an eyebrow. “Um…what?”
“Starting today, you’re on vacation.” I bite my bottom lip to avoid jumping up and down like a kid, but I can’t help it. I’m excited. “My parents agreed that you need some time off, so they’re hiring someone to be your replacement and Becca and Mom are even getting a nanny and all that jazz, so you and I are totally free for the rest of summer!”
Her eyes go wide. “But, you saidfired…”
I shrug. “I was just being dramatic. We’re notfired, fired.”
