Charlotte was such a different place than Los Angeles—or Elkhart Lake, for that matter. Case still had some appearances he had to make over the weekend because the first race was getting so close, but he promised Andrea he’d have plenty of time to spend with her.
Saturday afternoon, after lunch, he had to go to a photoshoot with some of the other racecar drivers for one of the sports channels. As they made their way over in Case’s truck, Andrea could tell he was nervous. “What’s the matter?” she asked, rubbing his hand, which was damp with perspiration. “Are you afraid the photographer will take one of those shots that shows the world what’s up your nose?”
He chuckled, which was her intention in asking. “I wasn’t…. I am now.” His response made her laugh as well. “No, I’m just a little ne
