Chapter 3

Caleb broke off the kissing several minutes later. “If I never return to racing, I can be out, you know. No more hiding. I feel like I’m always worried who sees me, us, you know, when we’re out eating, or whatever. When we were in the grocery store the other day, I felt people were staring at us.”

“People were staring at you because you’re a local celebrity here. Catholic school swimmer and tennis jock, youngest son of a NASCAR racing family, and hot to boot.”

“Whatever. I’m not Vince Carter. That’s acelebrity around here. Stop stroking my ego and throwing back some of that interview you did on me. I’m serious. If my racing career is done, I can move in with you like you’ve asked. We can spend more time together, plan things we’ll do together, rather than trying to coordinate my schedule, me being on the road and all that.”

“But racing’s in your blood. Can you give up Darlington? Talladega? Daytona?”