The group laughed.
“No. Please!” Karson begged. “Not just because I suck at surfing.” He took my hand. “But because I’m mad about her.”
I slipped my arm around his waist.
“She’s my queen.” His lips brushed softly against mine.
“These bloody lovebirds,” Dyson teased with a grin.
“Hey, nice car you’ve got there, bro.” Ryan motioned toward the Ferrari with anod.
“Thanks, man. It belongs to Callum Rhodes—he’s got a place, a couple of beaches along from here. He hooked me up while I’m in Sydney.”
“Oh, Callum’s in town, is he? I haven’t seen him since the F1 afterparty,” Karson said.
“Yeah. Great guy. He’s come on board as an investor at BioBuild.”
Dyson ran a hand over the Ferrari and looked across at Jai and Ryan. “You boys can take it for a spin later if you want. Cal won’t mind—it’s his guest car.” He chuckled. “‘Just keep your hands off my vintage model.’ Those were his exact words.”
A grin spread across Ryan’s face. “I might just take you up on that. What do you reckon, Jai?”
“Hell yes!” He laughed, bobbing his head eagerly.
“Dyson, you against me in my new Aston Martin when it arrives… what do you say?” Karson asked.
“You’re on, bro, but you won’t stand a chance against me in this baby,” Dyson said confidently.
“That. Or history will repeat itself,” Karson teased. “And speaking of racing, did you ever call that mystery woman? You know, the one who smoked you in Dubai?”
“She really did, didn’t she?” Dyson grinned, shaking his head. “I called her, but it was a brief conversation. She said she was heading for Ibiza with her boyfriend and ended the call. And I still didn’t get her name.” He chuckled.
“I’m sure you’ve been losing sleep over it, bro—what with you finding it so hard to meet women and all,” Karson teased, nudging him.
With a chuckle, Dyson lifted his chin toward the lime-green McLaren. “Who’s hiding in there?”
“No clue. Honestly, I thought it was one of your mates,” Karson said, squinting toward the tinted windows as we all stared at the gleaming car beneath the tree.
The door cracked open a sliver, and a British voice drifted through. “Talk to you later, lad. Gotta go.” A fit-looking guy stepped out, shoving his phone into his pocket.
Holy shit! It’s the F1 driver. Sass is going to go wild…
Karson and Dyson rushed over, cheering as they smacked him on the back. “Archie, my boy!” Dyson cried. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be driving around a track or something?” He smirked.
“Hey, lads,” Archie laughed. “Well, I couldn’t miss this, could I? Not after you both came to Yas to watch me race.”
“Bring it in.” Karson dragged him into a crushing hug while Dyson threw himself over the top of them.
He stepped aside and glanced back at the McLaren. “Oh, by the way, I brought someone with me.”
The passenger door swung open as the occupant ended his call. A tall man climbed out of the seat, straightening his shirt as he grinned.
“Cal!” Dyson laughed.
Karson strode forward to shake his hand. “Good to see you, man.”
“I’m in Sydney for meetings,” Callum said, “and Achie invited me to join him, so I thought I’d tag along and make sure he behaves himself.”
“Good luck with that,” Dyson muttered.
