Chapter 5

Bowman finally slid his way into the lead position, and the crowd around them practically exploded with excitement. Will howled a happy sound, and Chris laughed at him.

Fuckin’ Will.

Will dropped back down to the bench and turned more fully to Chris. “You see that? Fuckin’ awesome pass. Just slid around that amateur’s right side like it was nothing.”

Laughing, Chris stole another chip. “Saw it. I’m pretty sure he grazed the wall.”

“Nah. Bowman is too good for that.”

“Please.” Chris popped the nacho in his mouth and flapped his hand at Will. “Guy spun out in Kentucky last year for no apparent reason. Tied up the race in caution for eight laps.”

Will’s beautiful eyes glittered with surprise. “You remember that?”

“Absolutely. You didn’t shut up about that race for almost a month afterwards.”

“You know you enjoy it when I regale you with race talk.”

Helplessly, Chris’ mouth twisted into a wry smile. He went back to watching the track. “Something like that.”