Montana Daughter by Juanita Kees

Author:Juanita Kees
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tule Publishing Group, LLC
Published: 2020-06-18T00:00:00+00:00

The track shimmered in the afternoon heat, and Reece wondered where he’d lost his sanity. The suit made him itch, the helmet felt alien in his hands, and his stomach had twisted into a knot the size of a beach ball. And then there was Trinity with her hands on the zipper of his suit, her mouth moving with a million instructions he only caught a word or two of because she was too damn distracting up close.

The zipper closed to his throat, and she patted his chest. “You’re good to go. Mason will strap you in.”

“Oh, hell no, I won’t.” Mason stepped back, his eyes dark. “Let Chase do it.”

Reece wondered briefly how a man haunted by his brother’s death in a car accident could bear to watch the same madness unfold on a track. It had to be torture. He looked down at the top of Trinity’s head, bent to check the straps on his helmet. She talked non-stop about HANS yokes and harnesses and how safe he’d be, then she was gone, and Chase was in his face.

“Let’s get you into the car.”

That was the easy part. He barely paid attention to the yoke they put over his shoulders or the testing of his helmet fasteners or how they strapped him in and adjusted the belts. All he saw was the straight line of the runway and an image of what waited for him at the end of it.

Excitement curled and grew in his belly as Trinity slipped in beside him. Was this how it felt for her? The expectation, anticipation, the fear?

She stroked his thigh, her hand lingering a little longer than necessary. “You ready, Angel?”

He wanted to nod, but the unfamiliar weight of the helmet and restriction of the yoke had him muttering a muffled response instead. Chase strapped her in, and she revved the motor as he stepped back.

“So first, we’re going to warm up the tires, the way we would before a drag race.” She eased the car to the place he’d seen her do burnouts in the race with Jackson.

The smell of burning rubber made him want to sneeze. He gripped the edge of his seat when she moved forward to the line. The knot in Reece’s stomach pulled tight as the lights flashed through a sequence he didn’t understand.

“Here we go.”

He had only a split second to see her hands tighten on the wheel before the force of acceleration pushed him back in the seat. The knot in his stomach morphed into needles of excitement pricking his skin. The track flashed under them, the scenery surrounding it a blur of color. His grip tightened. Fear battled exhilaration. The muscles in his neck and shoulders tensed against the pull of the harness and yoke. He wanted to close his eyes against the loom of the skid pan, but they remained stubbornly open.

She took her foot off the gas as she approached, steered into the skid, flicked the wheel, worked the parking brake, hit the gas, let out the clutch.

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