Case felt like a jerk. He sat through the drivers’ meeting and his team meeting not saying much of anything, his arms folded and only a grunt or groan as a response whenever he was asked his opinion about anything. He’d let his anger at Sarah, Gordo, and Whiskey get morphed into a foul mood, which in turn convinced Andrea he was mad at her. He didn’t like the fact that she was hurt, and he didn’t like the way he was feeling about life in general at the moment. He couldn’t wait for the meetings to get over so he could go apologize.
But he wouldn’t have time. The longer Brad droned on about their qualifying setup and strategy, the more seconds slipped off the clock. There was no way he’d be able to go all the way to his motor coach to find Andrea, speak to her, and then make it to pit road
