Can't Lose

Rick

Harley would be one of those people. She was a fighter at her core, and she wouldn’t leave me to fend for myself. At least, she wouldn’t by choice. Someone would have to hold her back, and that someone would have their arms full.

No, it was not the time.

With an angry growl, I turned from Torq and his Koenigsegg and went back to my car. I got in, slammed the door, and gripped the steering wheel, feeling the vibration through the rubber.

I would not lose. I couldn’t.

Torq was a glorified bully who thought everyone owed him something, and I wasn’t going to bend to that idea. Not now that the stakes were higher and we were in my home city.

Some of the drivers revved their engines when Harley stepped out onto the track. Her strides were long and full of confidence, and when she stopped at the starting line with her legs spread and shoulders squared, her eyes flicked to me.

I clenched my jaw, and she smiled.

Then, back to business, she lifted her chin and stared down the line of cars