Page 69 of The Champion
I had to avoid the word coming. It’s sad that I can’t usethat word with my twenty-four year old husband but it’s true. As I said before,he was just now maturing to eight.
Axel started squirming in my arms and babbling aboutdaddy again. Trying to hold a wiggly six-month old and text at the same timewas challenging.
Idon’t know if I can make it. I’m still in Grand Forks. Sorry.
Damnyou Jameson! These fans are expecting you. What do you want me to do now?
At that point, I was beyond irritated that he led me tobelieve he’d make it and now he suddenly couldn’t. Axel was wiggling so muchthat I almost dropped him and the boxes I was holding.
“Okay, just stop squirming.” I told Axel and set him downon the grass near the ticket booth knowing he’d just crawl around and pickflowers, which I didn’t mind.
Lookup.
What?I don’t have time for this shit Jameson.
Lookup honey.
I did and was met with my dirty heathen, smirking,holding a smiling Axel in his arms. I didn’t waste any time before I ran tohim, dropped everything and ran to him.
His rich intoxicating scent overwhelmed my senses,leaving me just as breathless as it always did. He smelled like methanol fromthe sprint cars and I wanted to rip all his clothes off right then, with myteeth.
Nancy approached us from behind.
“Ohhh...letme see my grandbaby!” she squealed, as did Axel. He loved Grandma Me-Me. That’swhat she called herself.
Nancy had been traveling with everyone so she could helptake care of Lexi while Alley put out fires Jameson started on and off thetrack.
“You two goreunite,” she giggled with herself. “Igot Axel.” She shooed us away with her hands to Jameson’s office.
We were just making our way up the wooden steps whenunfortunately Mark was also looking for Jameson, along with a group of fans whohad gathered when they realized he was here.
Racing wouldn’t start for a while but the gates had justopened which meant Jameson wouldn’t be able to just wander around.
“Hey Jameson, I’m glad you’re here already.” Mark nudgedhis shoulder. His JAR Racing hat shadowed his eyes and I smiled that he waspromoting Jameson’s sprint car team. “Listen, Phil wants to know if you’ll beracing tonight? He needs to figure out how many heat races we are going torun.”
“It’s all right.” I could tell he was torn between beingwith me and his duties as the owner so I made the decision for him. “There willbe time later.”
Before I could make it a foot away, his tight grasprestrained me.
“Stay in my office. I’ll be up in a minute.” He whisperedin my ear and kissed along my neck before breaking into a smirk. “I missedyou.”
I giggled feeling the tickle of his two-week scruff thatI absolutely loved. “Show me then.”
Roll Cage – Jameson
“Where’s Sway?” I asked Spencer and Aiden who weresitting in the announcer’s booth going over Justin and Tyler’s lap times. “Didshe come in here?”
“Look,Justin smoked you on the last lap. Lookslike someone may need to stick to cup cars.” Spencer snickered. “She’s in youroffice.”
He then shoved the remainder of his hotdog in his mouth.
“I hope you choke,” I told him and strode past themtoward my office. If only I had my Taser back.
Once inside, I was thankful I was the one that opened thedoor and not someone else.
There my wife was spread out on my desk with absolutelynothing on but a pair of black leather boots that went up to her knees.
“Holy fuck!” I gasped locking the door. “What if itwasn’t me that opened the door?”
