Surge: Bad Boy Racing Romance (Fastlane Series Book 1) by Storm Sloan

Author:Storm, Sloan [Storm, Sloan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-09-19T07:00:00+00:00

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After I returned to Los Angeles, I talked to Dyson briefly the next day. With his race looming, I decided not to bring up the way we left things. Maybe he did as well, because our talk was pleasant, but not much else.

He was optimistic about his chances of beating Gunter and informed me he’d have some special guests in attendance to witness it. He told me his parents and siblings would be coming to qualifying and also to the race.

To my surprise, he asked me if I’d like to meet them. I accepted but tried not to read anything into the invitation. On the day of qualifying, it was early afternoon when I arrived to the team garage where I was supposed to meet Dyson and his family.

As usual, a circus surrounded the pits and the team garages on qualifying day. I meandered through the throng of people and spotted Dyson’s unmistakable backside in the crowd. Yet, this time, something was different about him, and the change wasn’t subtle.

He’d cut off all of his hair!

Since the day we met, I’d always known him as someone with longer hair. I stood there, at a safe distance and smiled, wondering how different he’d look to me. Chuckling, I continued in his direction until I closed within an arm’s length.

Reaching out, I tapped him on the shoulder.

“Turn around,” I began. “Let me see!”

After I’d poked him a couple of times, he spun in place. A frown spread across his brow. Dyson looked at me in silence.

“Hey,” he began, looking me up and down. “Do I know you?”

What?

I jerked backwards, shaking my head at him. A small group of people huddled around him, all turned and looked at me.

“Are you serious?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

His expression never changed.

“Yeah,” he said, leaning away from me. “Believe me, I’d never forget meeting someone that looks like you.”

It wasn’t often I found myself speechless.

But, as Dyson’s charade continued, I found myself unable to make sense of it. Although my mouth was open, and I wanted to say something, I only managed a couple of puffs of air in response.

“Well?” he began, now staring at my eyes instead of my breasts. “What you have to say for yourself?”

“I… I-I don’t...” I stammered, trying to figure out what to say.

But before I could get a word out, a finger tapped my shoulder from behind. Dazed, I spun in place and as my eyes locked on the person behind me, I gasped.

“Dyson?”

Dressed in his fire suit, Dyson raised his chin at me. “Yeah, who were you expecting?”

I raised my arm and with my thumb sticking out, I gestured behind me. “But, you’re… there.”

Dyson frowned at me. “I’m where?”

Without speaking, I turned away from him and like a bizarre mirror, the shorthaired version of him appeared before me again. I shook my head, doing a double take, about to spin around and prove my point. But before I could, the long-haired version made his way into my line of sight and draped his arm across the other.

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