She smiles. “Just call me the Supreme Front Desk Lady.”
Dad throws a pen at me. “It’s too bad my damn son had to go get himself a professional job,” he says sarcastically. “I could have used you this summer!”
Park tisks, and they both gang up on picking on me. Luckily, I’m used to it.
***
The smell of pizza calls to me from Becca’s kitchen, but I tell her I’m not hungry. It’s just after nine at night and The Track finally closed down for the night. I told Keanna to text me when she was free, and she finally did. So although I’m hungry and that pizza smells good, I just want to see my girl.
I head to her bedroom but it’s empty. I walk back into the hallway and to Elijah’s room in case she’s in there, but the baby is fast asleep and she’s nowhere to be seen.
“She’s in the shower,” Becca says when I walk back into the kitchen.
“No she isn’t,” I say.
She points up to the ceiling. “She’s upstairs. The shower downstairs doesn’t have good water pressure and Park’s supposed to get someone to look at it, but you know how damn busy he’s been.” She shrugs. “It might me months before it gets fixed.”
“Oh okay… I’ll just wait for her,” I say. I grab some pizza to eat while I wait, and before Becca gets out, my dad calls.
“Can you run home real quick?” he asks.
I suppress a groan. “What for?”
“I need help moving some pallets into the garage.”
I try not to be an asshole about it, but all I want to do is complain. I’ve barely seen my girlfriend this week, and what’s worse is that I head to Florida tomorrow for a race and I haven’t practiced at all this week. Literally. I’ve been so busy taking over dad’s clients and helping with the track that I haven’t touched my bike once, and now that I know I’m leaving tomorrow, I’m starting to get nervous about it. The other Team Loco guys will have been riding all week. Now I’m rusty.
After helping Dad move a shit ton of heavy crap in the garage, I call Keanna but she doesn’t answer. I check my messages.
Keanna:Mom said you were here?
Keanna:Everything okay?
Keanna:I’ve been up since 4…can’t keep eyes open… love you
I sigh and drop the phone on my bed. I was gone too long and now she’s asleep. I missed another night of being with her thanks to being too damn busy at home.
I know she has to be up early tomorrow for work, so although I kind of want to sneak over there and crawl into bed with her, that would be selfish as hell to make her lose sleep.
So instead, I bury down my disappointment over missing my girl and I head outside to the shed where my bike is. Sure, it’s almost midnight, but I’ve got an itch to get out on the track and let out my frustration. Last minute practice is better than no practice, after all.
