New Tricks

Mason

Benji’s face looked a hell of a lot better than it had just days ago. He stepped into the shade of my garage and joined me and Rick, who were standing and admiring the Boxster while we sipped our beers.

I grabbed one for Benji and tossed it to him. He cracked it open, took a swig, and nodded at the car. “She good to go?”

“Yep,” I said.

Benji nodded. “And you? You’re ready?”

I smirked. “Look who you’re talking to. Of course I’m ready.”

Benji and Rick shared a look.

“Don’t be a pair of wussies,” I said. “It’s one more race. We can’t back down now. I won’t. This is my chance to—”

“We know,” Rick said. “Take back your title. Believe me, we know. It’s all we’ve heard about for the last few weeks. I’ll be happy to put this shit behind us for good.”

I shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

My phone started buzzing in my pocket as Benji and my brother chatted about the Boxster. It was an unkn