High Octane by Ashlinn Craven

Author:Ashlinn Craven
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: F+W Media
Published: 2014-05-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

One week later, Brynn stared at the ceiling of the Austin hotel, waiting for Maddux to come out of the bathroom. To say the Sochi race had gone badly … well. Thanks to engine problems, he hadn’t even finished the race. He’d refused to see her or anyone that night, relenting only when she’d shown up at his hotel door wearing nothing but a trench coat and a ball cap. She grinned at the memory.

God only knows what Belamar was thinking about her occasional disappearances; he never said a word. His health was neither better nor worse, but she couldn’t shake the sensation they were on the verge of a crisis. They’d wrapped up the last round and would just have to wait and hope.

Maddux opened the door, sending a cloud of soap-scented condensation into the room as he approached their bed. “I have a sponsor event tonight, but part of the afternoon free. I made a plan for us to escape for a bit this afternoon.” He toweled his hair, looking quite cleaned up after a morning at the track.

“You’re playing fast and loose with my time,” she said. “I’ve got to draw labs on Belamar, then run them over to Med Lab.”

“You want to do that now?”

“Yeah,” she checked her watch, “I told him to meet me in the room at noon.”

“Meet me here?”

“Why don’t we catch up in the parking garage—say 2 p.m.?” she suggested, twisting her fingers together.

Only four more weeks of sneaking around. What could Belamar say? Ellen was here, somewhere, Brynn was willing to bet. Still, it wouldn’t help his case with Villers and the decision makers at F1 so late in the game. Belamar had said they were close to a decision, that they might make it here in Texas to generate some publicity and enthusiasm. With only three days until the race, they could make an announcement anytime.

Two hours later she paced the parking garage of the hotel. She glanced at her watch. Twenty after two and she’d already seen a couple of Belamar’s F1 cronies drive up in a black Mercedes. God help her if someone spotted her with Maddux.

Maddux appeared at the far end of the garage, a green canvas backpack in hand.

“Sorry, the hotel was supposed to leave the pack outside the room at two, but they were a few minutes late.”

“What’s in that thing?” she asked.

“A picnic, or at least that’s what I hope is in it. I saw the hotel had these available, so I ordered one.”

“Great, I’m starving.”

She unlocked the rental car trunk.

“Uh, what are you doing?”

“Putting it in the trunk?”

“No, I mean, why are you putting it in your car?”

She tensed at the sound of an engine. “Maddux, get in the car.”

“But—”

“Now! I just saw some of Carl’s friends.” She pulled the bag from his hands and gave him a nudge toward the passenger side.

“Brynn, you’re not—”

“Go,” she almost shouted.

She dumped the picnic in the trunk and shut it as a Corvette pulled down the aisle with a squeal of tires on cement.

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