CHAPTER 8
I SAT DOWN on one of the roughly hewn chairs with a bump.
“A racing driver?” I asked, as if by disbelieving it, it somehow wouldn’t be true.
Blake grinned at me. “Yes. I’m driving at Le Mans in a couple of weeks. We’ve got testing this weekend.”
“Oh, shit.” I put my head in my hands.
He took a seat beside me, looking confused. “Most girls have a slightly different reaction when I tell them that.”
I didn’t know very much about motor racing, but I knew the race at Le Mans was a big one. Therefore, it would be attended by the media. It might even be on television. And if there were cameras there, that meant Antonio or one of his minions could see me.
My heart raced and I forced my breathing to slow. I mustn’t get caught. I mustn’t!
“Amelia, what’s wrong?”
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