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“Kaia,” a male voice called. “What a nice surprise. Did you come to watch your brother race?”
Goosebumps rippled over my arms, not the good kind. Brother? Not this again. Asher wasn’t my brother, and his teammate got on my nerves—especially after how pushy he’d been at the gala.
I turned slowly, forcing a relaxed smile. “Ethan. I’m here with my father’s girlfriend. I needed the bathroom.”
He nodded, too casual. “Gotcha. Well, let me walk you back so you don’t get lost.”
I’d rather get lost, but I didn’t want him suspicious. Wrapping my arms around my middle, I walked with him toward the track.
I spotted Sharon right away—thankfully, alone. “Thanks, Ethan,” I said. “Asher’s mother is here.”
His cold gray eyes flicked toward her, then lingered on my face a beat too long. “It was nice of you to come watch your brother. Sibling love is a beautiful thing. Have a nice afternoon, Kaia.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Asher
If I kept winning, my first season with Forward Racing would rival Dad’s. It’d silence the skeptics who claimed the son was never as good as the father, that my success came from a last name and luck. Those comments were why I avoided social media. I didn’t even have an account, though Ale insisted I’d need one if I wanted bigger teams and sponsorship deals.
For now, winning the next race was all that mattered. A dull ache spread through my muscles—I’d trained too hard, pushed too far—but it’d be worth it tomorrow. I stripped out of my gear and pulled on sweats.
Just as I reached for my duffel to grab a shirt, a knock sounded at the motorhome door.
I cleared my throat. “Come in.”
“Hola, peque.” Kaia slipped inside, smiling bright. “Nice abs.”
My heart nearly leaped out of my chest. “Kaia.” I stepped toward her. “What are you doing here?”
She looked even more stunning in a short pink dress under a light white jacket.
“Came to see you.”
“Mi niña.” I cupped her cheeks. “You didn’t skip class, did you?”
She looped her arms around my waist and rested her forehead against my collarbone. “Of course not, silly.” She kissed my chest. “It’s late. Dad forgot his laptop and papers at home and asked your mom to bring them, so we stopped here before heading to my dance studio.”
“Okay.” I kissed the top of her head. Her fingertips trailed down my abs, sending goosebumps skittering across my skin. I fucking needed her.Between training and always having people around, we hadn’t been truly alone since February. “Nobody saw you, right?” My voice came out tight.
“No,” she said, flattening her palm on my stomach. “Only a few guys in the garage, but they weren’t looking my way.”
“They better not.”
“Jealous?” Kaia kissed my neck.
Heat spread through my worn-out body. I cradled her close, breathing in her fruity scent. “Not jealous. Careful. And happy to see you.”
“I’m happy to see you too. You’ve barely been home. I’ll just kiss you and go.”
“I’ll be home tonight,” I whispered, smoothing my fingertips over her jaw. “Maybe we could watch a movie?”
She brushed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Or you could quiz me. The PSAT’s tomorrow, remember?”
“Fuck. True. Are you ready? You’ve studied so much.”
She rested her chin on my chest, looking up at me. “Not really. I could use a couple more weeks. Math worries me most. I get nervous just thinking about it.”
“Don’t. You’ve worked hard.” I brushed her hair back from her face. “It’s not even the real test yet.”
