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“Look, it’s Frankie!”
Delaney sat on the edge of the sofa and pointed excitedly at the TV.
“It is, Del. Didn't you watch the race the other weekend?” I asked.
“Yeah. Why?”
“Because you’re acting like you’ve never seen a race before.”
Delaney and I were sitting on the couch at her mom’s watching the finals of the race in Colorado. Susan was at Christy’s but had said she would be bringing dinner home.
“I did watch it before, but now that I have you here to explain things to me, it’s way more exciting.”
Brooks rolled into the staging area, and the crew moved into their places around the car and further down the track.
“What’s Roc doing?” she asked. “Brooks is going to hit him.”
“No, he’s not,” I chuckled. “He’s guiding him into the groove.”
“Well, I think he should be doing that on the side. What happens if Brooks’ foot slipped off the brake? He’ll run right into Roc.”
“I’ll make sure to let Brooks know you have a few concerns about his foot and the pedal.” Brooks would laugh his ass off and probably ask Delaney if she thought she could do it better.
“No, no. Don’t do that. I don’t want to tell Ken Doll how to do his job.”
I slowly turned my head to look at her. “Did you just call Brooks Ken doll?”
She cringed and nodded. “Uh, maybe?”
I busted out laughing and gathered her in my arms. “You have no idea what you just did. I am forever calling Brooks Ken from now on.”
“He’s not gonna know what you’re talking about unless you tell him what I just said,” she whined, “and I really don’t want you to tell him.”
“That’s going to be the best part. I’m not going to tell why I’m calling him that.” I laughed again and couldn’t wait until the crew got back from the race tomorrow. It was nice spending the weekend with Delaney, but I missed working too.
That was something I never thought I would feel.
Delaney leaned against me and sighed.
This was something I never thought I would feel either.
The woman I loved cuddled up next to me while I explained everything about drag racing to her. The explaining part was kind of annoying, but in the end, as long as Delaney was pressed up against me it was all good.
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