Chapter 7
Caleb straightened his tie, cleared his throat, and tried the best he could to make it look like he was comfortable. He’d been at the Speedway over an hour, and he’d met, re-met, and reintroduced himself to several in the organization as well as several of the other owners.
How does Joan do this day in and day out?
When a server brought around a tray, he eagerly grabbed a champagne glass. He’d turned down beer, wine, and champagne for the past hour, but he couldn’t resist this time.
Hell, maybe the time will pass faster.
Gnawing at Caleb was his realization that he was a stranger now in a strange land. Since Earl told him there would be no third car, and the likelihood of driving in a major race was not in the remote future, Caleb seemed adrift in the charity event. From the
