Redeemed (Dirty Air 4)

We approach Maya and Noah. Maya wraps her arms around Chloe and snatches her attention away from me.

“I didn’t say it before, but thanks for coming this weekend. It means a lot to us.” Noah pulls me in for a hug.

“I wouldn’t dare miss your Bandini send off before you head to the retirement home.”

He laughs as he pats me on the back and pulls away. “Relax. I still have a handful of races left.”

“The last few for the rest of your life. How does it feel?”

“I’m ready to spend the rest of my years with Maya and Marko, traveling and enjoying life. I can’t exactly take my money to my grave, so I might as well use it.”

My sister lucked out finding someone like Noah. He loves her in the way she deserves, and I can’t help feeling happy for her. There’s no better match for her and Marko.

“Are you ready to party?” Maya waggles her brows.

“You’ve watched Bad Moms too many times,” Noah grumbles.

“It’s one of my favorite movies.” She smiles at Chloe. “But come on, my mom is watching Marko tonight so we can have fun.”

“How about we start with one drink and see where the night takes us?” Chloe offers.

“Smart. Don’t let my sister trick you into shots. She’s more lightweight than a feather.” I grin.

“Stop ruining my fun.” Maya rolls her eyes. “Let’s go to the other bar. The line looks shorter.” My sister locks arms with Chloe and steers her toward the opposite end of the ballroom.

“They’re getting along well.” Noah nods in their direction.

“Great.” My throat closes up as I become distracted by everyone surrounding us.

Partygoers look in our direction and whisper to one another. A few of them inch closer, clearly wanting to interrupt. Their attention stifles me. Without Chloe, the weight of the situation hits me. I’m tempted to walk in the opposite direction of Noah because I’m sure he’s the reason behind everyone’s interest in us. Noah is a bright star who everyone wants five minutes with.

Noah laughs. “Why do you look like you’re about to throw up?”

A server walks by and I wave them down, grabbing two glasses of champagne. I chug the first before sipping from the second.

“Aw, you’re nervous. How cute.” Noah lays a hand on my shoulder.

“Call me cute again and I’ll punch you.”

He rolls his eyes. “No one will bother you unless you openly talk to them.”

“How do you know?”

“Because we’re surrounded by people who used to work by your side. These aren’t the same people who wrote those nasty articles about you. And if you want me to be real with you, the Bandini crew misses you. They don’t want to scare you away before they have a chance to win you over again.”

My lungs squeeze as I attempt to take in a few deep breaths. “You can’t know that.”

He shakes his head. “I do. Me retiring has stirred up quite the buzz. An open seat with Bandini again is a big deal.”

“The biggest.” I have a feeling I know where Noah wants to take this conversation.

“I want you to fight for it.”

Yup. Guessed it. I bring the rim of the champagne flute to my lips and down the rest of the contents in two chugs.

Noah continues. “This is your chance to come back. There’s no one else I want to take my spot but you. And there’s no one who deserves it more.”

I clutch onto the empty glass with a tight fist. “I can’t do it.”