Page 12 of Feint

I lurched forward in my seat. “WHOA! Wait, what?! Really?!”

I couldn’t believe it. I was so freaking excited now. I almost bounced right out of my seat, but Dad patted my leg and laughed.

“Yep. Two weekends from now, I’m taking everyone out to the county to my old airfield property. I’ve had some people working up there the past couple of months, and I think you are going to be excited when you see everything we’re planning on doing.”

He had that other look in his eyes. Mom called it Dad’sI just spent a load of money on something, but at least it’s going to be funlook. Mom was always dreading that look because after she saw it, it meant tightening the spending habits for a month or two afterward.

Two weeks. That gave me plenty of time to warm up a bit and get crackin’ on making sure my car was tuned perfectly as well. I was a little rusty, so a little heads-up was appreciated.

I started to pull out my phone and stopped, looking at Dad. “Do you mind if I text the guys about it?” I waited for his answer as I unlocked my phone and clicked on my group text.

Dad shook his head and winked at me, taking another bite. “Go ahead.”

I quickly sent off a text to my friends and told them we should try and get together this upcoming weekend to practice some at the old warehouse. I didn’t even get it back into my pocket before it started buzzing with notifications, and I peeked at their replies. Reading them, I giggled.

“The guys are just as excited as I am!” I said cheerfully.

“Glad to hear it. Want the other half of my sandwich, kiddo? Chips aren’t that good of a lunch.”

He held out the other half of his sandwich, and I’ll admit my stomach growled when I looked at it, so I took it and sighed after the first bite went down my stomach. I kept eating, and then it dawned on me—I hadn’t filled Dad in on where I had gone this weekend.

“Hey, Dad, did you know there are drag bikes? And that it’s, like, a legit competitive sport?” I asked as I chewed another mouthful.

“I did, but I’ve never been much of a bike guy, so I’ve never really looked into it,” he answered as he started to clean up from his lunch.

“Well, I saw one this weekend. I went with, uh… some friends, and it was crazy! They go so FAST, and they have nothing to keep them safe while they drive, except their gear and a helmet! And the bikes look so cool. They have a long back wheelbase on them to hold their big back drag tire.” I knew I was speaking fast, but I didn’t think about the fact that my parents still didn’t know about Kordell, so I thought I did a smooth enough save on it.

“You aren’t going to get into bikes like your brother is now, are you? I don’t think your mom would be able to handle the worry for both of her kids on bikes.”

Dad winked at me and stood up, and I giggled, thinking about it. As much as Mom didn’t like that Dad and I drifted, shehatedthe fact that Jayden rode motorcycles half the time.

“Oh, heck no, I’m not going to give up my cars for anything! I never knew there were drag bikes, and it was exciting to watch them!” I tried to reassure him, worried he might actually think I wanted one, and then Dad started laughing.

“Rosalie, it’s okay, hon. Don’t worry, I know you are just excited about it. I was messing with you.” Dad reached over and ruffled my hair gently, and I let out a breath of relief.

The last thing I wanted was Mom dropping by when Kordell was home and finding out why I had really been at the bike races this past weekend.

Dad stood up and threw his garbage into the trash. He started to walk down the stairs when he nonchalantly commented back to me, “Oh, and, Rosalie? Drifting isn’t all we do in Flywheels, so before this weekend, I’m going to know what your favorite color is.”

I stood up and watched him. When he went out of sight, I jogged over to the railing, grabbing the rails to stop my momentum. “Wait up… it’s not only drifting?! Favorite color… ummm… BLUE! Like my Viper! O-or yellow!” I stuttered out.

My mind was racing a million miles per second. What else would we be doing? Dad always did this, and now, I would be sitting here the rest of the day, mulling over all the things.

Like, is it a special kind of drifting? We are going to be out in the county. What if it is rally racing? That’s kind of like drifting!

I finished my work for the day and started to drive home, knowing I didn’t really have any groceries. I made a quick stop by the store to grab a few things. I also made a few mental notes to try and be better at keeping some food around the house because eating out all the time was getting expensive. I could be using that money on my cars instead. I should let Kordell know, too, that I’d have food at home and he could cook something too.

I pulled out my phone and shot him a quick text.

Rosalie

Hey! Wanted to let you know I’m stocking up on food, so now, we can actually make some things!

Kordell

Mmhmm, sure. *laughing emoji* See you soon, mama, and take your bra off in your car before you come inside.

I blushed a bit and continued my shopping. I had thought Kordell was joking when he first said stuff like that, but now, I knew better. He was always serious about asking me to do things.