Sipping the sweet rum cocktail that tasted a lot like home bought her a few more moments.
Like home.
That was all gone. Charlotte. The Motor Speedway. Her family.
“That was one dark thought,” Jim was seeing past her armor once again.
She felt the automatic brush-off shrug ripple across her shoulders…and didn’t like it. What was it about herself that she couldn’t just talk to someone? She’d never known how to do that when she was a racer and she hadn’t become any better at it in the Secret Service. Always a loner, just a highly skilled one.
For once, she was sitting next to someone who she wasn’t in competition with. He was a nice guy, a dog handler, and wasn’t after the same job she was.
“Okay, fine!”
“Fine?”
“I meant that for myself. I drove NASCAR.”
“Already figured that.” But h
