Racer (Real Book 7)
Racer: Chapter 32

Lana

Love me back …

I shower early in the morning for practice for the Italian Grand Prix, then slip on my jeans and my team T-shirt. I want to do something pretty with my hair, so I blow-dry it and let it down, then I add some lipstick and look at myself again.

“Tell him,” I tell myself. Tell him how you feel, I think, and I’m so determined to tell him that I even smile at myself in contentment as I head to the track.

“Where’s Tate?” Drake asks when I arrive and anxiously scan our tent for the familiar sight of Racer in his Nomex suit.

“I don’t know.” I start in surprise. “He’s not here?”

“Not here. Not in his room,” Clay says in obvious worry and puzzlement.

“What?” I ask, and I grab my cell and dial … only to go directly to voicemail.

“We’ve already left a dozen messages, don’t even bother,” Clay says, sighing and plopping down on a chair.

I still dial again. Get voicemail.

“Hey. It’s Lana. Um, Alana,” I try to make light of it. “Call me?” S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

An hour later, I’m with my heart in my throat. Three hours later, there’s a black hole in my life where Racer used to be. All I know is that he’s gone and that my stomach is in knots because I sense, deep down, that he needs me. That he’s proud, that it’ll cost him everything to tell me that he needs me. All I know is that I’m lost without him, and that the last time I remembered this feeling was the day they told me my dad had cancer and was refusing treatment.

Sᴇarch the FindNovel.net website on G𝘰𝘰gle to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.