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All I got was a huff in response. Frankly, I didn’t need more. I could barely stomach the woman anyway. A bit of irrational jealousy? Yes. And I knew it was indeed irrational. Axel wanted nothing of her. But the fact she’d tried to dig her blood-red claws into him still raised my gorge.
Reaching for my phone, I turned off the recording and slipped the cell into my pocket while I finished my coffee and watched the activity around the track. I’d been to NASCAR races before, of course, but only on race day. The sheer volume of people here for the entire week stunned me.
Frankly, I was kind of surprised I was alone in this section—and admittedly a little shocked Marta had managed to track me down here. Which made me think she’d actually followed me here from the driver’s motorhome lot, stalking me so she’d have the chance to confront me.
My phone went off, and I pulled it back out of my pocket.
Axel:I’m going to be done here in about twenty minutes. Lunch?
Me:Sure. What do you want?
Before he’d picked us up at the airport in the wee hours this morning, Axel’s driver had made sure the place was stocked with Axel’s list of regular items. I supposed, I could head back and whip together lunch then maybe do a little of my unpacking.
Axel:My favorite.
Um…
Me:Slim Jims and Pringles?
Axel:Ha Ha. No. You. Naked. Legs spread for me.
Oh my… Heat flushed through me.
I looked around as if anyone nearby would have been telegraphed his message. Silly. And of course, I was still alone. But now, his words made me think of naughty things we could do in the stands. Not that we ever would. That wasnotthe kind of press we wanted.
Me:That’s not much nutrition for a busy racer.
Axel:Says you. I’ll see you in twenty. Be naked.
Again…oh my. The Daytona sunshine had nothing to do with the warmth making me perspire now.
Thirty-Two
Bristol
Gathering my cup, I stood. My legs were a little wobbly, and again, it had nothing to do with location. My man stole my breath when I least expected it.
If I wanted to get back before Axel and freshen up, I had to get moving.
Thankfully, I hadn’t taken Floyd, Axel’s driver, up on the offer to come back to the track and drive me around for sightseeing today. I really had no interest in that. I wanted to absorb the atmosphere here. Plus the poor man’s life had been all up in the air over the upheaval with Axel. He’d traveled here then had been getting ready to pack up and leave when he was told to stay—and pick us up at the airport in the middle of the night. The guy had probably headed to his hotel room to drink.
He’d still made me take his number just in case I needed him for anything.
Axel had been worried over me, too, but I’d assured him I was fine. I had my work, and I had a track pass. With all the people in the area, I could ask for directions if I needed them. It was far more important for Axel to meet with his spotter, crew and car chiefs, and Troy than to worry about me.
Passing security, I jogged toward my home-on-the-road, grinning when I remembered conversations with myself over exercise back home. See, here I was. In nice weather. Running.
I let myself into the RV then took the steps up into the living area. When internet articles called these rigs mansions of wheels, they weren’t kidding. Axel’s RV—I guess,ourRV—was way nicer than our apartment. Done in pristine cream and stainless throughout, it had a plush living area with a large-screen TV. There was an executive-style desk and a kitchen his mom would probably drool over.
I hadn’t even explored everything, either. Last night, I’d basically followed Axel through the shadows then fallen into the king-sized bed with him. Neither of us had even done more than toe off our shoes.
Our luggage hadn’t made it past the top of the landing, right behind the driver’s cockpit, and shoved slightly into the living room.
Standing there, looking around, I bit my lip. Did Axel really meannakednaked? Or justreadyto be naked?
I leaned toward the latter, thinking of the sheer baby doll nightie I’d packed. It had languished in the back of my lingerie drawer, tags still on it, for years, and I’d packed it with the hope of it getting some “airtime” this trip. I dragged my suitcases to the bedroom. I wouldn’t unpack them now, but take care of that task this afternoon after Axel went back to work. Hefting the smaller of the bags onto the bed, I quickly found the frothy pale-pink confection then set aside the luggage for later.
After a rush trip to the luxurious bathroom to freshen up then change, I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself in the middle. My anticipation ratcheted up when I heard the door open a few minutes later.
