Dirt Driven (Racing on the Edge Book 11)

mind me bringing him by. He saw other kids and wanted to play.”
Pace leaned into my legs, shyly wrapping his arms around them. Bringing my hand down, I ran my hands through his thick dark hair.
Pace withdrew his hand, refusing to take the car.
“His name is Reed,” Jessie told Pace.
I looked at the boy closer and realized he was older than Pace. At least he had to be, or I had short kids. Which might be true, but still, something about the boy’s size stuck with me.
I motioned toward the boy and then at Pace. “You can play with him if you want.”
He looked to the boy, to me, then back to the boy. “No, thank you.” And my son walked away.
Pace took after Rager with his attitude, but at least he said no thank you.
“How old is he?” Rosa asked, slurping her third juice box.
“Oh.” Jessie’s eyes moved to her son and then mine, nervousness in them. “He’s… five.” Her eyes locked on mine, as if to say, whoops.
“Wow, you look like your daddy,” Rosa noted, taking her sunglasses from inside her fanny pack and placing them on the boy’s face. “Yep. Spitting image.”
Jessie looked at Rosa like she’d lost her mind and handed the sunglasses back to her. “He does.”
I was still stewing over the age. Five? No fucking way. That meant… I drew in a deep breath. I didn’t care. I shouldn’t, but it still hurt because I knew what him having a five-year-old meant. The model wasn’t the only one he’d been sleeping with.
Nausea rolled through me as I let go of Pace’s hand. “I have to catch the trophy dash,” I told my mom, hearing the cars rumbling on the track.
Bristol, my only daughter, and the sweetest soul ever, sat down beside Reed, touching his arm. “I’ll play with you, boy.”
Please don’t fall in love with him, honey. Your daddy will kill us both.
Kinsley texted me from the stands asking where I was. I held my phone up and walked away. “I’ll be back shortly.”
Easton had cheated on me, not once, but twice? Who knew how many times.

Arm Restraints – Straps attached to a driver’s arms to limit range of motion and keep the arms and hands inside the car in case of a flip.
I passed by Hayden on her way to the merchandise trailers with Lily. We made small talk about who would cover what times tonight, but all I could focus on was the heavy beating in my chest. How could Easton have done that to me time and time again? Why?
“Are we out of the JAR Racing hoodies?” Lily asked, making notes on her phone.
I nodded. “Yeah, we sold out last night.”
She nodded. “Okay. We should have more in Tulare.”
On race nights, I not only had my duties as the PR rep for the team, but I still made sure all the guys knew what heat race they were in and when the pill draw was. I knew lap times and who was fast that night, regardless of what team. I knew who had autograph sessions and what guys were having an off night, like my husband.
That wasn’t to say the other girls didn’t. Hayden kept track of merchandise sales. Lily made sure we stayed to a team budget, and if something broke and we needed parts, Lily was on the phone arranging for everything to be delivered.
“Thanks,” I told Lily and held up my cell phone. “I think we need more rack cards for Caden too.”
She nodded. “We do, and we’re down to our last stack for Jameson and Rager as well.”
See? We had a system down.
Making my way up to the pit grandstands, I feared what the night would bring. The interesting part of the night came when Rager and Easton were on the track during the trophy dash, lined up side by side.
Kinsley stood next to me in the pit bleachers. “Think Rager will behave?”
I chewed on my bottom lip. “Probably not.”
Kinsley dipped a chip into a big tray of melted nacho cheese. “Easton shoved him during the pill draw, and I know it wasn’t playful, though they acted like it was.”
My eyes narrowed in on the cars, swallowing over the lump forming in my throat. “They have history,” I told her, staring at my cell phone in fear of what would come later. My Twitter feed was blowing up with Tweets asking if I knew Easton was going to be there and what Rager thought. “He’s my ex-husband.”
She gave me a look. The one that said wow, I really don’t know you at all. “Oh really? I didn’t know you’d been married before.”
I waved my hand around in the air. “It was a huge mistake. Should’ve picked Rager to begin with.”
Kinsley’s cheeks flushed. “I would have.” I laughed and she added, “Just saying.”
I knew exactly what she meant. I quickly updated the JAR Racing Twitter feed for the line-up with a picture of the cars on the track. The lights of the track shined brightly against the top wings of the cars as they rolled by the front stretch.
“Why’d you guys get divorced?”
Given how public my relationship was with Easton, it was strange to get questions like this. But Kinsley was also eighteen. And I imagine she never followed NASCAR. “We weren’t right for each other even from the beginning. But he cheated on me and then asked for a divorce.”
“And then you and Rager got together?”
I nodded, not wanting to go into all the details of, oh, right, I slept with him while I was still technically married to Easton, but whatever. The truth was, I’d been in love with Rager from the beginning, but too afraid to believe I deserved his love until he showed me.
Kinsley sighed, a blob of cheese landing on her white tank top stretched tightly over her belly. “I can’t go an hour without dropping something on my belly.”
“Been there, so many times.” Laughing, our eyes now on