and became good friends before anything ever happened between us. That was good for me because after everything I’d experienced with men, I needed a friend more than I needed a boyfriend.
He eventually found out about Grady and part of me wondered if men just took pity on me because I couldn’t make a relationship work. Regardless, our relationship developed into more and eventually we were married…and here we are now. I wonder who’s going to take pity on me now?
When we got to Attica the boys were busy getting all the cars ready to go. Dad skipped the race at Attica and I-96. Casten was clearly nervous about that.
“Do you think it’s stupid Dad isn’t here tonight and my house is unattended?” he asked watching the track promoters prep the track.
“What do you think?”
Casten scratched his head. “Yes…”
“You’re probably right.”
Naturally, since I was with the sprint car teams and not with Easton, everyone wanted to know why I was home when ordinarily I was with Easton.
“What’s up?” Casten asked knowing I would give him the answer he was looking for. I didn’t keep secrets from him.
We were closer than Axel and I was, mainly because Axel wasn’t around as much. Once he got into full sized midgets, he was in the Midwest more than he was home.
Casten raced too but not as much which left me hanging out with him more often.
He knew when something was wrong.
“What’s going on?”
I sighed watching the cultivator tear up the racing surface. “Caught Easton in bed with two girls. Two.”
“What?” he sounded surprised. He probably was.
“You heard me.”
“Wow.” Shaking his head he leaned forward and rested his hands on the wall in front of us that was caked in a thick red clay.
“Uh-huh.”
“Want me to kick his ass?”
I leveled him a serious look. “Have you ever been in a fight?”
“A few times.” He seemed completely taken back by the fact that Easton had cheated on me. “What did you say to him?”
“Not much of anything. I just left. I haven’t spoken to him since and I’m not sure I want to at this point.”
There was a four day break in the tour after the race at I-96 so we went back to Mooresville Friday morning. I checked the truck race in Dover all afternoon. Easton ended up blowing another engine at the halfway mark. Asher went on to win it, which pleased my dad. Impressed him even.
There’s always someone at, or something going on at my parent’s house. I’m not sure why but it’s always been the house that everyone gravitates toward. Parties were held there, graduations, even a wedding once. It’s just that house.
It’s also been destroyed many times and remodeled thanks to my brother, Casten. Axel never partied. At least not like Casten did. He once set an entire street on fire and landed a car in our pool. He’s the poster child for making some bad life decisions that come back to bite him in the ass. Just ask my dad. I will say Casten has matured since meeting Hayden and having Gray. Now he had his own house with his own responsibilities and the partying has simmered down a bit.
His biggest mistake was being hundreds of miles away while our dad and Uncle Spencer were home though. Paybacks were a bitch named karma and Casten was about to meet karma face-to-face.
It was time they paid Casten back and they did. In epic portions.
We’d just walked inside and Casten was dumbstruck…I’ve never seen him speechless, like ever.
“What the fuck happened in here? Were you digging for gold?” Casten and I both peeked over the edge to see the hole that went clean through, even into the foundation.
Dad shrugged. “We made a quarter midget track inside the house.”
“I can fucking see that.” Casten looked around at what used to be the floor but was now a quarter midget track. Even had a nice cushion built up against the walls like they’d raced in here all night. “But why the hole in the floor?”
“We needed dirt.”
He eventually found out about Grady and part of me wondered if men just took pity on me because I couldn’t make a relationship work. Regardless, our relationship developed into more and eventually we were married…and here we are now. I wonder who’s going to take pity on me now?
When we got to Attica the boys were busy getting all the cars ready to go. Dad skipped the race at Attica and I-96. Casten was clearly nervous about that.
“Do you think it’s stupid Dad isn’t here tonight and my house is unattended?” he asked watching the track promoters prep the track.
“What do you think?”
Casten scratched his head. “Yes…”
“You’re probably right.”
Naturally, since I was with the sprint car teams and not with Easton, everyone wanted to know why I was home when ordinarily I was with Easton.
“What’s up?” Casten asked knowing I would give him the answer he was looking for. I didn’t keep secrets from him.
We were closer than Axel and I was, mainly because Axel wasn’t around as much. Once he got into full sized midgets, he was in the Midwest more than he was home.
Casten raced too but not as much which left me hanging out with him more often.
He knew when something was wrong.
“What’s going on?”
I sighed watching the cultivator tear up the racing surface. “Caught Easton in bed with two girls. Two.”
“What?” he sounded surprised. He probably was.
“You heard me.”
“Wow.” Shaking his head he leaned forward and rested his hands on the wall in front of us that was caked in a thick red clay.
“Uh-huh.”
“Want me to kick his ass?”
I leveled him a serious look. “Have you ever been in a fight?”
“A few times.” He seemed completely taken back by the fact that Easton had cheated on me. “What did you say to him?”
“Not much of anything. I just left. I haven’t spoken to him since and I’m not sure I want to at this point.”
There was a four day break in the tour after the race at I-96 so we went back to Mooresville Friday morning. I checked the truck race in Dover all afternoon. Easton ended up blowing another engine at the halfway mark. Asher went on to win it, which pleased my dad. Impressed him even.
There’s always someone at, or something going on at my parent’s house. I’m not sure why but it’s always been the house that everyone gravitates toward. Parties were held there, graduations, even a wedding once. It’s just that house.
It’s also been destroyed many times and remodeled thanks to my brother, Casten. Axel never partied. At least not like Casten did. He once set an entire street on fire and landed a car in our pool. He’s the poster child for making some bad life decisions that come back to bite him in the ass. Just ask my dad. I will say Casten has matured since meeting Hayden and having Gray. Now he had his own house with his own responsibilities and the partying has simmered down a bit.
His biggest mistake was being hundreds of miles away while our dad and Uncle Spencer were home though. Paybacks were a bitch named karma and Casten was about to meet karma face-to-face.
It was time they paid Casten back and they did. In epic portions.
We’d just walked inside and Casten was dumbstruck…I’ve never seen him speechless, like ever.
“What the fuck happened in here? Were you digging for gold?” Casten and I both peeked over the edge to see the hole that went clean through, even into the foundation.
Dad shrugged. “We made a quarter midget track inside the house.”
“I can fucking see that.” Casten looked around at what used to be the floor but was now a quarter midget track. Even had a nice cushion built up against the walls like they’d raced in here all night. “But why the hole in the floor?”
“We needed dirt.”
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