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“Carolina’s?”
“North Carolina,” he replies. “Huge money pot. Winner gets thirty thousand. Second up gets ten.”
“So, I’m racing.”
His eyes plead with me, “Skyler, you know I’m the last person to tell you what you need to do, but I won’t change my mind on this.” His mind travels to my crash; I can tell because his midnight eyes that are normally a deep matte reflect shine. “I didn’t know if you would wake up.”
“What if that happens to you?”
He shrugs. “Will the world really miss me?”
I jump on him, throwing my arms around his neck. “I would! Sophie, Adeline.” I sigh. “The entire world wouldn’t feel right if you weren’t in it.”
“Yeah, yeah.” His lips twist into a grin.
I kiss his cheek, his neck, his full lips. “I won’t race, but I’m totally going with you.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
31
The only time I’ve experienced an escape is when I’m with Foster or at ballet with the girls. But now, we get to go on an adventure together.
Our first vacation together. I’m so damn excited. The ride was so long, though. It took us like eleven hours, but luckily, we didn’t have to ride the motorcycles here. My ass would have been so sore.
Ryder’s pulling a trailer behind his truck, loaded down with his, Foster’s, and Callum’s bikes. We’re looking forward to a three-day weekend with fun and sun! Well, there is a hurricane coming, so the sun may be hiding for a day or two, but we all know the rays have a way of shining through even in the darkest times.
And I plan on drinking in every blissful moment with him and our chosen family.
* * *
“Oh my God!”I walk through the expansive condo. “This place is insane.”
Foster slings him arm around me. “Good part about going on vacation with the crew is that we could get a big ass house for cheap.”
My fingers graze the marble countertops of the natural white kitchen. The fridge is stocked to the brim with beer and wine coolers. “Where’s the food?”
“Who needs to eat?” He laughs, popping open a beer.
I pull it from his hands. “Na ah. You’re racing.”
As if he forgot, he shakes his head. “Yeah, you’re right.”
I turn the bottle up, letting the bubby liquid trickle down my throat as we continue our condo tour. There are three rooms downstairs, a couple bathrooms and a vaulted living room. Before we can make it up, the outdoor terrace catches my eye.
I push open the French doors, allowing the crisp air to refresh the house as we step out. There are beautiful flowers and greenery strewn throughout the area. A canopy bed overlooks the ocean, and that’s exactly where I jump to.
Foster leans against the doorframe, watching me as I settle onto the soft outdoor bed. “You want a place like this, don’t you?”
The house is gorgeous, and we haven’t even seen the two upper floors, but no. “Not at all,” I admit.
He tilts his head as if he’s trying to figure me out. “Bigger?” he wonders with wide eyes.
“Just because I grew up in a mansion doesn’t mean I want anything like it.” I pat the seat beside me, fawning over his sculped muscles as he sits down. “I want simple.”
He grins. “Tell me.”
“Well for starters, this to me is prettier than the whole house.” I gesture to the dark stained floors and white lattice that’s hugged by emerald ivy. “This is where you go to relax and make memories.”