Noncommittally, she mu
mbled, “Hmm, if you say so.”
“By the way,” Luke said. “What’s your feeling about the race today?”
“Billy all the way,” Lucy replied. “He’s the next Earnhardt. He drives like him. I’m telling you, once he starts winning races, there’s no stopping him.”
“Sounds more like Kurt what’s-his-name to me,” Rex said.
“You really don’t know anything about racing, do you?” Lucy asked.
Luke unwrapped a corndog and stuffed the end between his lips. Around a mouthful of cornbread, he said, “Damn that’s good.”
“The best corndogs in the world are found at a racetrack. Trust me, if you stick with racing, both of you will become junk food junkies. You’ll gain a lot of weight if you visit those concession stands often enough.”
Rex scooted to the edge of his seat and pointed toward the track, “Hey, isn’t that one of your drivers down there?”
Lucy took a deep breath and slowly released it, watching as Scott Leonardo’s wife struck him with a racing flag over and over again. “Yes.”
Luke took another bite of his corndog. “That’s the funniest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”
Scott’s wife chased him up and down the small stretch of track right in front of their team’s cars. It was bad enough that they aired their dirty laundry on talk shows, but right before a race? Well, she just didn’t have the patience anymore. She should’ve had Rex put a clause in Scott’s contract. He could drive for them as long as he lost wife number six.
Rex laughed. A rare sighting, he threw his head back and just cackled. “What the hell did he do anyway?”
“He slept with his ex-wife, the woman who was with him at last night’s picnic.”
Luke dabbed his mouth with a napkin and cracked open a beer. “I thought that gal there looked a little heavier than the woman he brought to the farm.”
Lucy shrugged. “He’d better not piss her off. Her daddy’s company, Callaway Home Improvement, has been sponsoring his car since he was dumped three years ago. The last thing he needs right now is a divorce. No one else will pick him up.”
Scott’s wife walloped him again. This time, she chose to smack him across the face with the end of the flag. “Ouch!” Rex bellowed. “If you ever did that to me, I’d spank your ass raw.”
“Then find me a flag!” she exclaimed, pecking his cheek before blowing a kiss Luke’s direction.
“You love it when I burn your ass, don’t you, subbie?”
She gulped. Her nipples spiked, and she cussed under her breath. “How do you do that?’
He winked. “Next race, I’ll show you. I’ll stuff a small dildo in your pussy and make you wear around a small vibrating reminder throughout the race. You’ll think about us for two hundred and fifty laps.”
Good Lord, she needed to get down to the infield. If she didn’t get away from these two soon, she’d spend the first fifty laps of this race fooling around in the team trailer.
Luke leaned forward and cocked his head. “Looks like your driver caught the wrong attention. Seems he’s in a little bit of trouble now.”
She nodded, noting Bob Killian’s fast approach. The wayward couple continued their public tussle while cameras rolled and reporters waited with microphones already aimed toward the pair. “They always get fined. That’s why Scott stays on the talk show circuit. He owes so many penalties, if he doesn’t start winning races, he’ll probably need to get a network to pick him up for his own reality television series.”
After a group laugh, Rex said, “Good luck out there today.”
Luke winked. “You’ve got this win.”
She looked at the men she loved. “You’re right. I’ve got this win. I’m the luckiest woman alive!”
* * * *
Lucy was on pins and needles a few hours later. Her crews were working hard for their money. Crew chiefs were doing everything they could to make the day end on a positive note, but with forty-one laps to go, the only possibility her team had was if Billy pulled it out. Leading in laps, the kid and another driver, Dale McGuiness, fought for first and second.
A caution was out, and Billy came in for a new set of tires. “Smart move! Smart move!” she exclaimed, watching as he took his place on the tracks again, leading the pack. Lucy stood on her tiptoes, searching the track in an effort to account for her cars.