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Haisley
Sunday - June 12
“It feels so weird not having Saint here again,” I confide to Elle as we are in the RV.
“He’s been in contact with Mac, so the car’s been adjusted to what you need. Neil even confirmed,” she reminds me.
“I know that. But I feel more comfortable, safer when he’s here. I don’t trust Drake or Bud, you know that,” I reply.
“Yes, you’ve mentioned that to me more than once. Are you sure that this plan of yours isn’t going to backfire and cause harm to you?” she questions as I down a bottle of water.
“I don’t know. I still don’t even know what he wants from me.”
She nods her head and places her phone down. “Sorry, scheduling some posts for you and another client. I’m worried about the plan. I don’t see anything good coming out of it. There was a reason that Saint wasn’t giving him the specs, Hais.”
“I know, which is why this is a perfect week for this. Saint isn’t here, so Bud had the specs in the system prior to us leaving. We know that he messed with the alignment once we got here. Proof,” I point out to her.
“We don’t know if he did or not; there are no cameras in the garage, and they are locked after practice, when would he have had a chance?” Elle asks.
“Well, someone did, and it wasn’t Mac or Neil,” I rebut.
She shakes her head. “Still not sitting well with me, but enough of that conversation, we need to get to the pit box. You have sponsors to entertain.”
“Fun times,” I reply sarcastically. I grab another bottle of water and a granola bar, and follow her out of the RV. We walk to the hauler so I can dress in my fire suit before meeting the winners of the SiriusXM contest.
Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy having fans with me, taking pictures, seeing the excitement in the kids’ eyes, but today, today I’m not buying into it all. Today, my focus has shifted on the issues at hand.
The only thing that made Saint happy was that Drake wasn’t here either. Which meant Bud could only do so much, ifwe are correct.
“Haisley.” Bud offers a fake smile as I approach the hauler.
“Bud,” I reply curtly. I step into the hauler and head for my locker, which has my fire suits in it. I grab it and head to the bathroom area to change. I’ve made sure I have a locked door since Saint barged in that one time. Even though I wasn’t upset about it.
As I exit the bathroom, I say hello to the driver who is relaxing in the little seating area watching television. I grab another snack from the counter and meet Elle outside.
“Any issues?” she questions as she hands me my phone.
“Nope.” I scroll through my texts.
Saint:I’m watching on television, pissed off that I’m not there.
Me:I hate you not being here. I don’t feel as safe...
Saint:Mac and Neil have your back. How’s the car feel?
Me:Must be good since I qualified tenth.
Saint:That’s because you dominated this track in the stock series.
Me:Reading up on me, Mr. Matthews?
Saint:Maybe when you first showed up as my driver.
Me:And now?
Saint:Now, I'm pretty sure I know every inch of your body, intimately. Your life? That’s a different story.
Me:I can say the same about you. I miss you.
