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A major reporter from ESPN starts rambling off questions.
“Mrs. Turner? Please tell us what is expected of your husband’s latest build. Everyone is dying to see how fast it is. We all know his record has been beaten in different circuits, but there is nothing quite like a car built by Lane Turner. He builds truly impressive machines. Is it true he can modify Lamborghinis and not just Japanese imports?”
I plaster a fake smile for the camera and begin. “Thank you all for being here. My name is Aura Rayne, not Mrs. Turner. I know that sounds confusing, but according to my husband’s parents and specifics with his inheritance from the Turner legacy, apart from my late husband’s company in the automotive industry, I was told that I could not use the name Turner.” Voices begin to rise as people begin to look at his parents in shock and dismay. “Please. Please, I am not saying this to attack them in any way, but legally, I must not be addressed as Mrs. Turner. My name is Aura Rayne. To some, that doesn’t meanmuch because my parents were not wealthy or famous. They passed away three months before I was eighteen. I have no family except for my son and my best friend Exie and a handful of friends who really know me. The only thing I’m known for is the bracelets I sell online.” I shrug my shoulders. “I’m no one special, but my late husband always made me feel like I was. He taught me to drive his cars and how to answer most of your questions. He left his legacy to his only son, LJ. Dex and Blaze”—I point in their direction—“are the backbone of Tuner Automotive and, with my help and the instructions Lane left, will carry out what he wanted.”
Dex has LJ on his shoulders, cheering. Blaze is smiling. Exie is giving me a thumbs-up.
I smile and wave to LJ, whose face is lit up with a smile.
“I will take Lane’s car to the track and give you his latest time, and I know deep in my heart it will be the best and fastest because it was built by him with his heart and soul. Thank you.”
I leave the podium. Reporters are shouting and cameras flash.
“… Aura, where can we buy your bracelets?”
“…Aura, is it true the Turners disowned you?”
“… Aura, do you think his son will be just as great as his father?”
I close my eyes and head to the track where the imposing car awaits me in all its glory.
Dex is smiling with the driver’s door open. “Just like he taught you, Aura. You are quite the famous widow. Social media is going apeshit with you right now.”
“Yeah, I guess. This is for Lane.”
He hands me my helmet. “He couldn’t have married a better woman. He loved you, and you were everything to him. I know I keep saying it, but he wanted me to always remind you.”
“Thanks, Dex.”
I place the helmet over my head and secure it. Then I slide my fingers in the leather gloves before sliding in the cockpit of the car.
I rev the car like Lane taught me and prepare the launch mode. The engine roars with the sound of the exhaust. My heart beats uncontrollably. There are over three thousand horsepower under the hood. The screen on the car mapping is on to record the lap time. It will be quick and scary, but the cooler temperatures have the car running at its best.
I grip the steering wheel and let out a breath.I can do this. I can do this.I repeat in my head. “Unstoppable” by Sia blares from the speakers on the track. The sound of the car spikes my adrenaline.
The flag goes down, I press gas, and the car roars forward, almost jumping from the line. Adrenaline shoots through my veins. Tunnel vision takes over my eyesight.
46
The GT-R is on the jumbotron in Times Square. There is a crowd in the streets staring in awe as the most gorgeous woman behind the wheel of the impressive car as it takes the track by storm. Fire shoots from the tail end of the exhaust. People are cheering.
“If that isn’t woman empowerment, I don’t know what is,” Janine says from behind me.
I smile. “It is, isn’t it?”
“I think I’m in love,” she says with a sigh.
I snort. “Good luck with that.”
“I’m kidding. I know how you feel about her. What I want to know is, what are you going to do about it?”
I scratch my brow. “I’ll give her time,” I say absentmindedly. “I think she needs some time.”
“I know it’s none of my business, but… why?”
I turn to face her completely. “Because I wouldn’t survive … if she still chose him. Even if he is no longer with us. I don’t know how I would handle that.”
“You won’t know if you don’t tell her or show her how you feel, Kalum. It’s time you show her what she has always meant to you.”
