Flying Gold by Vanessa North

Author:Vanessa North [North, Vanessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-14T19:36:12+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Tiffani

Matt picks me up in front of the house at the crack of dawn the Friday before the race. He’s driving a massive dually towing a fully enclosed trailer. As I climb into the passenger seat, he hands me a cup of coffee. “Good morning.”

“Hi. Thank you.” I take the coffee and place it back in the cup holder, and buckle in. “How are you feeling?”

“Excited. Nervous.” A smile flashes across his lips. “Can’t figure out if I’m crazy or not, but I kind of don’t care because this is hands down the coolest thing I’ve ever done.”

“You’re a nut. You’ve won an Oscar. That’s, like, objectively cooler than just about anything.”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t do that. I made a cool movie because that’s my job, and they gave me a cool award for it, and it was one of the greatest nights of my life. But this is something I’m doing. Me. And have you seen my fucking car?”

“She’s a beauty,” I agree. “Let’s go get her.”

We stop by American Heavy Metal and load the Chevelle into the trailer.

“Whose rig is this?” I ask as I secure the wheels.

He grins. “I borrowed it from the production company. In exchange, we’re going to get some drone footage on our way through the foothills. Hope that’s okay with you?”

I shrug and climb back into the truck. When he climbs up next to me, I say, “Duke probably would have loaned me his F-350. I’m just saying.”

“Maybe next time.”

I like that he assumes there will be a next time. That he’s going to qualify and be able to race the circuit. I’ve never been confident the way he is, but when I’m around him, his optimism rubs off on me. I realize it’s one of the things I’ve felt was missing after we broke up. I pull my knees up to my chest and stare out the window. What would it be like to have an endless fount of optimism to draw from?

I glance over at him as I take a sip of my coffee. “How about some music?”

“Coldplay?” He grins at my answering scowl. “Nah, you pick something.”

“Well, in the shop, we listen to Duke’s old country music playlists and make up our own lyrics.”

He cringes. “Surely we can meet in the middle.”

“Or take another tack entirely?” I pick up my phone and start scrolling through my playlists until I find the one I made for Tegan’s birthday party last year. When Rihanna starts pouring through the speakers, he nods appreciatively.

“Okay, okay, okay.”

“Yeah?” I grin. “Cool. Maybe we’ll survive this road trip after all.”

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