Slide Job (Cameron Motorsports) by Fox Sutton

Author:Fox, Sutton [Fox, Sutton]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hearts Desire Press
Published: 2013-08-20T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Morgan rested quietly in her favorite place, the driver’s seat of her sprint car. It hugged her body snugly from her shoulders down to where her hips fit perfectly in the bend, to her thighs, held comfortable and secure. The familiarity of being strapped in by the five-point seat belt made her feel at home. Even so, it helped her understand what life might be like as a turtle. She could move her arms and legs; that’s it. It was enough.

She looked through the open space in the raised visor of her helmet. Verdant growth lined the staging lane of the racetrack. It amazed her. Forest, so thick and tall she couldn’t see over or through it, surrounded the acreage of the three-eighths-mile clay oval. Brilliant, blinding green.

Humidity pressed in on her, made her palms damp inside her driving gloves. Moisture trickled down the side of her face and between her breasts.

Fine, red dust rose over the track in a coppery cloud. It reflected in the lights illuminating the racing surface. A thin sheen of red would coat every available surface before the evening ended.

Dust everywhere. Funny, in Colorado it was brown. In Nebraska it was black, and here, in Georgia, it was red. Still, no way of escaping the damn dust. She hoped her helmet sealed tight tonight or she’d be breathing the stuff.

While she waited for her turn, she could hear the race before hers taking place. The sound, muffled by her helmet and earplugs, came to her from far away, like a housefly in the window.

She’d qualified second row outside. That put her in fourth place behind Bobby. Eric Wilson, her friend from Wichita, waited in his car next to her. Kyle sat on the pole. Jim O’Bannon, the creep, had broken a radius rod and would have to start last.

She could see Eric’s head tilted over in his seat. He’d probably be dozing. She did that sometimes herself. Without the engine running you were in your own little world, encapsulated, waiting.

Adrenaline sluiced its way through her system. Sitting silently, she took deep breaths and released them slowly. A clutch of butterflies entered her stomach.

Her mind came to rest on thoughts of her father. How much her winning this contest would mean to him. In so many ways. Not just the money, although that was prime for her.

She remembered the countless hours he’d spent working on her go-karts, quarter midgets, whatever she was racing at the time. Patiently he’d taught her everything he knew about racing.

Mom would always bring sandwiches out to the shop they’d built on the far side of their house. No matter how many crewmembers or friends came to hang out, there were never too many mouths to feed. Mom always found a way.

What bragging rights they’d have if their daughter made it to FASPRO. She grinned just thinking about it. Spirals of hope twisted to life inside her.

She could do it. She knew it deep inside the most secret part of herself. All the hours of constant practice and never-ending hard work hadn’t bothered her.

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