Ignite (Speed Series Book 1)(17)

My heart melted on the spot. “Yeah, he will make a great dad.”

Johnny carried a bag full of food and held onto Lola as he said, “You gonna be Emmit’s wife and have his baby, Adaline?”

I shook my head and laughed. “Oh, I don’t know about that. Emmit and I are just friends.”

As we got into the bus and Johnny gave Lola some water and helped me take the food out of the bags, he turned and looked at me. “Is it okay if I ask you something, Adaline?”

“Of course it is, Johnny,” I said as I heated up water for the pasta dish I was making.

“If you and Uncle Emmit are just friends, how come he stares at a picture of you all the time and told my daddy you were the only woman he’d ever love?”

Tears built up in my eyes as I gazed into the eyes of this sweet, innocent little boy. Pressing my trembling lips together, I tried to let Johnny’s words sink in. “When, um, when did Emmit say that?”

Shrugging, Johnny set the last of the contents of his bag out on the counter. “This past Christmas after we all ate. Uncle Emmit drank too much punch and got drunk. Mamma said some people get drunk when their heart’s hurt cause they think it will numb the pain. But she said it doesn’t. She said Uncle Emmit would always love you.”

A knock at the door startled me as Lola barked and Johnny ran over and answered it. Throwing the door open, he said, “Hey there, Mom!”

Kate stepped up into the bus and ran her hand over the top of Johnny’s head. “Hey, Adaline! Great seeing you again. I’ve got to run, but I hope we can catch up sometime if you happen to come to another race.”

With a wave, I somehow managed to smile and act like her son hadn’t just rattled my whole entire world. I nodded and said, “Yeah. I’d love that.”

“See ya!” Kate called out as she shut the door, leaving me standing in the middle of Emmit’s bus with his dog looking at me like she was judging my every move.

I picked up the heavy cream and pointed to her. “Don’t look at me like that, Lola. I loved him first.”

Barking, she laid down and watched me as I moved about the tiny kitchen, making Emmit what I hoped was still his favorite dish.





WALDO GAVE ME A SLAP on the back as he said, “Job well done, Emmit. I’m proud of you, son.”

Waldo was the closest thing I had to a father. My own father had left when I was twelve and he never looked back. Of course, last year when I was named second-highest paid NASCAR driver, the old man took it upon himself to look me up. It didn’t take me long to tell him to f*ck off.

I’d bought my mother a house in North Carolina not far from my place. For my sister, Ashley, I was paying for her to go to college and I also bought her a new Toyota 4-Runner. My brother Chris refused to take anything from me at first. He finally agreed to let me pay off his house and buy his wife Nancy a new car.

I nodded my head as I smiled. “Appreciate that, Waldo. I’m exhausted and that lasted longer than I thought.”

Waldo tossed his head back and laughed as he walked off but not before he said, “Texas loves you.”

Letting out a chuckle, I mumbled, “Yeah.”

As I made my way back to my bus, I got stopped a couple of times by fans asking for me to sign stuff. I always agreed to. After all, if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t be doing this. “Emmit! Will you please sign my shirt?”

Looking down at the young boy in front of me, I gave him a wink and said, “Sure. What’s your name?”

He smiled so big I couldn’t help but smile myself. “My name is Emmit also, sir. I’m gonna grow up and be a NASCAR driver like you.”

“Is that so? Well, Emmit, you’re starting off with the right name.”

His eyes lit up as he nodded his head. Glancing over to his parents, I asked, “Y’all live in the area?”

The father cleared his throat and stumbled upon his words at first. “Um . . . we ah . . . yes sir . . . Mr. Lewis, we do.”

“Call me Emmit.” Pointing toward a notebook he was holding for me to sign, I asked, “Need me to sign that as well?”

With a grin from ear to ear, the father said, “Yes please!”

As I signed, I flipped the page and wrote down the number to my assistant, Stephanie. “This is my assistant’s direct number. Why don’t y’all give her a call sometime after tomorrow. I think we can arrange a little meeting so that I can give Emmit here some pointers.”

The little boys mouth dropped open as he said, “Shut the front door.”

With a laugh, I ruffled up his hair and gave him a pat then handed the notebook back to the dad. “I like you already kid. Y’all have a great night.”

“You too, Emmit! You’re the best!” the little boy called out as his parents both said goodnight.

By the time I made it to my bus, I was sure poor Lola had to piss like a racehorse. Johnny’s mom would have come and picked him up over an hour ago.

The door to my bus was unlocked as I let out a frustrated sigh. Fuck, I hoped there is no one in there waiting in my bed like the last time Johnny forgot to lock up before he left.

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath as I pulled the door open and jumped up inside the bus.

“Holy f*ck!” Adaline screamed as she jumped backward and tripped over something. Sending her straight to the floor.