“He’s not the only team owner in town, you know.”
“True, but if I want to have a relationship with my father and siblings, I’m not going to race for another team.” Caleb paused. “Besides, that’s not the only resistance I’m getting.”
“Sebastian?”
Caleb nodded. “Uh huh. After the exhibition race, and the trip to the hospital, he freaked out.”
Cujo clapped his hand hard on Caleb’s shoulder and gripped. “You can’t blame him, right? Look what happened to Garrison when he crashed. You had to step in because he couldn’t get clearance to drive. Head injuries aren’t something to ignore in this line of work.”
“Look, you can see some of the lights coming on ahead.” Caleb studied the skyline of the city. “It is very pretty, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” Cujo breathed in and then exhaled. “This air, being on the water. Being with you, Tristan and Sebastian…it’s probably the most fun I’ve had in a long time.”
“You mean sober, right?” Caleb laughed.