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Still the same old rust bucket, but the front end looked lower. He must have done a few
upgrades. I don t think you d ever just let anyone do anything.
Right you are. She unlocked her car and tossed her bag onto the floor. Hmmm& check
that out. Blaina gestured to her car, then his. Your nose is up my ass this time. You must really
like rear end. Care to see more of it?
Actually, I was hoping you d push that rear end around the next corner while I slid in front
of it. Cause I know you wanna check out my ass.
Right. You gonna shake it for me, too? Blaina hopped in her car and started it up before
sticking her head out the window and calling back. I ll believe it when I see it. Hell, last time,
you looked more like a Ford& Found Off Road Dead. Yeah, Mopar Barracuda as in More Parts.
When are you gonna put all your parts together into a real ride?
Why don t you shake that ass of yours and let s blow this joint?
Blaina wrinkled her nose at him. Poor boy didn t have a snappy comeback. Start blowing,
sweetheart. She licked her lips and blew him a kiss, laughing when he made shooing motions
with his hands.
She ducked back into the car, ignoring her galloping heart. Ignoring everything but the
powerful metal under her control and the powerful man she was going to blow off the asphalt.
She revved her engine before popping it into gear and taking off for the exit. As she paused
to check oncoming traffic, she heard Jay s Barracuda roar up behind her. Wow. He d definitely
spiced it up. The idle loped, sounding like a ferocious beast ready to devour anything it its path.
Didn t mean he d be able to keep up.
Stomping the gas pedal, she fishtailed onto the street and high-tailed on down to the
intersection. While waiting for the light to change, she considered the best places to take this
race. The freeway held some good potential. After two in the morning was one of the only times
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Los Angeles freeways were clear of traffic. As long as there weren t any cops around, they could
race wide open.
Jay whipped around the corner as the light changed, but she held him off, in fact, cutting
him off as she turned onto the on-ramp. Shifting up through the gears, she merged onto the 405
South, not sure where to go other than straight ahead& and ahead of Jay for as long as possible.
But his big block Cuda caught up and passed her as soon as the lanes opened up. Then her
cell phone started ringing. She grabbed the earpiece and shoved it in her ear as she pressed talk.
Hey.
Whose nose is up whose ass now? Jay s laugh crackled through the phone.
Oh, give me a break, Jay. I m driving a small block. Am I supposed to be impressed that
you can floor it and pass me? You may have a big engine, but it doesn t mean you know how to
use it. Quality is better than quantity.
He chuckled and hung up.
At their speed, they finally caught up to a cluster of cars, humming down the road at normal,
predictable speeds. She dropped a gear and came up on Jay s left just as he was about to switch
lanes. Tossing him a grin, she shifted into fifth and blocked him in behind a semi and a U-Haul.
He hit the brakes hard and pulled around behind her where he rightfully belonged. She changed
lanes, sliding between the U-Haul and a station wagon. Jay was stuck in second place as she
hung behind the truck until there was a little over a car length between it and the wagon. She
swept into the right lane and downshifted to put some distance between her and Jay.
The 10 freeway was looking like it could be fun, especially if Jay couldn t get over in
enough time. He d have to backtrack and catch up with her she might even be nice and wait for
him, just to rub it in. The off-ramp was empty so Blaina took the curve, barely sticking to the
pavement without drifting out of her lane.
Once onto the 10, she checked her gauges. She had plenty of gas, the car was running cool
and her oil pressure was steady. It was perfect weather for messing around. She passed a few
cars before Jay finally caught up. He got right next to her and grinned before dropping his foot.
So he wanted to play pin the needle, did he?
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Not much of a sparring sport watching your speedometer rise and top out, but equally as
wild. She stomped the pedal to the floor. One ten& One fifteen& One twenty&
And Jay was flying far ahead.
Her needle was pinned& no longer moving& stuck at one twenty, but her car was still
pulling.
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