Page 30 of Forbidden Bride (Forbidden 1)
I hope she remembers. We snuck beneath row 15 the first day at the races. If she meets me a quarter hour before the race starts, I might be able to kiss a few secrets out of her. Or at least get a feel for just how involved she is in the Bruno family’s business.
Given more time, I could peel that innocent disguise right off her sweet body and get all the truth I need, one way or another.
My phone buzzes with an incoming message.
Yes.
Excitement slams into me, filling me up with a familiar tingle. This is how I normally feel on a race day. Hyped, revved, confident. My lips stretch into a smile. Thank God, the old me is back. I don’t ever not want to feel this way. Nothing makes me feel like this except racing.
Well…until Karina.
Grabbing my keys, I slip into a dark leather jacket and slide on my sunglasses. The top is down on my Stingray as I speed down the highway. I go faster, faster, flying past everyone. Wind whips my hair and tugs at my sunglasses but I don’t stop. Maybe I’ll get pulled over; maybe I won’t. The cops would have to catch me first, though. And I’ll make sure they won’t.
Because I’m not stopping for anyone today. My heart pumps, my mood soars. Every sense is on high alert as adrenaline zips through my veins, electrifying my nerves.
Speed. It’s the only thing that makes me feel this alive.
I crave it.
Now that I think about it, it’s no wonder I’ve been so caught up in this whirlwind courtship with Karina.
It’s my perfect speed.
