WHEN I HAD YOU BY S.L. SCOTT – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: S.L. Scott
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- Genre: Contemporary romance
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Cash Ryatt
I’m great at two things—winning and fucking.
Depends on the day, but I always take my skill set seriously when it
comes to women and my career. I go big, especially when screwing up my
life.
“Good job, Cash.” Hansen’s voice breaks through my thoughts. Good is
relative, I suppose, but Westcott Racing’s race engineer isn’t bad for my
ego.
To be the best again, I need to get my head off how I just fucked up.
And per the last team meeting, I need to sport a “sunny disposition” when I
come off the track for the owners’ benefit. Apparently, my bad moods aren’t
good for business.
Sunny and losing aren’t synonymous, and getting overtaken on the last
corner pushed me into seventh position on the grid tomorrow. “Fucking
hell.”
“Bring her around, Cash,” Hansen instructs over the radio. As my race
engineer with Westcott Racing, I give him the respect he deserves. “You did
well today.”
I flex my fingers around the steering wheel as anger surges through my
veins. How can he say that when I’ve made it twice as hard to top the
podium tomorrow? “Good job, my ass,” I snap back over the radio. I don’t
have a cool enough head to go into the issues of the tires spinning out
instead of sticking. I take a deep breath and slowly release it, easing my
anger the best I can. For now.
Hansen doesn’t say anything else. He’s smart enough to let me get my
frustration out of my system on the cooldown lap.
As soon as I pull into the pit, the crew surrounds me, and I release
myself from the confines of the cockpit. “Sunny disposition” slips through
my thoughts, and I try for a smile behind my helmet. Yeah, not happening. I
leave my helmet on, saving my harsher reaction for the privacy of the
dressing room, out of sight of the press, team, owners, and spectators.
Why does everything in this sport have to be so goddamn public all the
time anyway?
Money.
I’m not naive enough to be deluded by what makes the world and this
sport go round. Not anymore anyway. Principle One racing is a rich man’s
sport. There aren’t just millions on the line. There are billions to be made.
Despite the warnings I’ve been given, With my visor down, protecting my
face and hiding my mood, I head toward the paddock to get weighed so I
can bolt to my driver’s room right after.
I don’t get five feet before the team’s manager glues himself to my side
and matches my pace. Not everyone is as good as Hansen when it comes to
timing . . . “We’re happy with seventh, Cash.” My back is patted, causing
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