The Finish Line
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The sneer was wiped from his face, as was the classic arrogance born of privilege. The predatory violence, completely erased. I saw him for what he was, and I wasn’t afraid.
“Facing down my demons was the hardest thing I ever did.” Jordan spoke against my ear, words meant only for me. “You’re stronger than I’ll ever be.”
“He’s all yours, boys.” Jordan wrapped an arm around my shoulders and guided us in the direction of his trailer.
Jordan did what I never thought he could do, he walked away from Caleb for me. Jordan could have beaten Caleb to within in an inch of his life. Instead, Jordan walked away with his arm slung around my shoulders.
Whatever he said to Caleb, paired with the throttling, had appeased the anger inside Jordan.
Fear released its grip on my heart, I still had the most important part of my life with me. We didn’t stick around to watch what happened next. I didn’t want to and Jordan didn’t need to. We left everything on that quiet street in the middle of the night.
I had to admit a certain level of relief when I didn’t see Caleb’s face on the news over the course of the next few days. After the fear of retaliation disappeared, the dreams stopped coming, and as time went on I stopped thinking about him at all.
Fall gave way to the crisp air of winter. Begrudgingly the cars were put up for the season.
We all itched for that first warm night. When it came, we’d be out there on a desolate strip of concrete, with the smell of melted rubber and exhaust, and the taste of adrenaline burning our tongues.
Jordan had slayed my demons. And in a way, I guess I’d slayed his too. The shadow in his gaze no longer lingered, the darkness no longer haunted his face. Now when he raced, it wasn’t as if the hounds of hell were after him.
Now it was a race to the finish line…where I’d be waiting.
A word about the author…
Leslie Scott thrives in the middle of chaos. Not because she home schools her son and rides herd over the family’s zoo of indoor pets or listens to her soul mate wax poetic about all things car and related. Oh, no. That’s nothing. The real chaos is the characters in her mind, elbowing and tripping each other to get to the front of the line so they can be the next romantic couple in one of her stories.
Her family is her passion. Writing romance is her dream.
http://lesliescottromance.com
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