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“We’re in this together,” I tell him, sliding to the middle seat. He sends me a smirk, but it’s barely there. Hidden by worries.
His hand traps mine, quick like a snake. “I know,” he says fervently. “I know.” His voice is softer now as he brings my knuckles and presses his lips to each of them. “I love you, Sky.”
All of the air escapes me. It feels like since the moment I met him that I’ve been on a roller coaster. Full of excitement, laughter, fear. But if there’s one thing I know, it’s that I love this man, desperately and with my whole fucking heart. “I love you too, Foster.”
“We’ll get past this.” Encouraging words, but the way he says it seems more like a wish sent into thin air rather than a truth.
* * *
Sure enough,when we pull up around eleven, everyone is parked with their hoods up, showing off their rides.
The Cuda purrs to a stop beside our group. Ryder took his car, and Kate wore a dress that matches the deep blue paint scheme.
I wrap my arms around Kate when we step out. “Can you get the tacos after?”
Ryder pats the top of his car. “Assuming you’re going to win.”
Kate sends him a frown, gesturing to Foster. “Sorry baby, I don’t think you’ve got a chance tonight.”
Ryder tickles her sides as I look around at the crowd. It’s usually crowded, but on car nights, it’s worse. You’re having to maneuver around loud, bulky cars versus small bikes that zip around in tight spaces.
But there is something about the power behind the engines here, and a change of pace is always good. “Hungry?” Foster asks.
I nod, and Kate does too. “Starving. Can we get tacos before for once?” she suggests.
A group of people walk over to check out their rides, and I smile. “Absolutely.” I sling my arm through hers. “We’ll get them.”
At the taco stand, we grab two to-go boxes full and eat while we walk. “I could eat tacos every day forever and never get tired of them.”
I sink my teeth into mine. “Agreed.”
Seeing all these beautiful cars makes me want to own one in the future. A classic, or maybe just to piss Foster off, a modern one. He hates them.
But they’re fast, and sleek. We pass by the cluster of them on the other side of the racing strip, all new and shiny. At any given race, it’s them against us. Old against new.
Typically, money follows new.
Which is why when I see a gaudy emerald-green car, I know who exactly is under the hood. I hand my box to Kate and stalk over. “You fucking bitch!” I shout.
Envy turns around with a brilliant grin on her face, and everything in me tells me to knock her teeth in, but I don’t. She’s wearing her past self’s attire, long neon green extensions with a black crop top and a green leather skirt complimented by fishnets and heavy leather boots. “Aww, little Skyler! How’s our boy doing?”
“Mine. He’smyboy, and you fucking stole everything from us.”
She shrugs. “He shouldn’t have given me the bank info.”
I gesture to her car. “You’re driving something worth five times what you took. You don’t need the money.”
“I need him.” She pouts. “Or I thought I did. Whatever the case, what’s done is done.” She tilts her head to look at me like I’m a sad, lost puppy. “Bye-bye, now,” she sings in a high-pitched tone.
I advance on her before I can think about what I’m doing. “Do you know what we’re going through because of you?”
“No?” She laughs. “That’s your own fucking problem.”
“Give us the money back.” I demand with a snarl.
Envy takes a long look at me, slowly, and walks closer. “Listen here, Skyler. I’m just waiting for him to get tired of you. He was happy when I was pregnant.”
“You weren’t pregnant.”