Racing to Love - Brody's Love (5 page)

“That’s my girl!” George boasted. “You boys don’t
even want to ask her about the amateurs.”

“Whoa, I knew you were good, girl, but…” Jesse said,
his Texas accent thick with embarrassment.

“Should’ve paid more attention to those girls, huh,
Frost?” George joked sarcastically. “If it makes you feel better,
James wouldn’t have let any one of you within fifty feet of this
one.”

George winked at her. “So really, what do you have
up your sleeve for me? Did you bring the big ramp?”

“Maybe. It’ll depend on your track and if Brody can
get the ramps situated properly. So…speaking of which, when can I
get on your track?” She batted her eyes at him.

“For you, tomorrow afternoon, but don’t tell these
guys.”

Carter put his hand on her arm. “What’s the ramp
for?”

She glanced down at her forearm that was resting on
the arm of the chair. He was lightly holding it and stroking it
with his thumb. She knew there had to be sparks shooting from it
because she could feel them, even through the sweatshirt.

“Um, what?” She was dazed and he only made it worse
when he flashed her that perfect smile again. “Oh,” she finally
said, gazing up at him, “um…a flip.”

“A flip,” Carter said in a tone Molly didn’t quite
understand, he’s eyes narrowed as he looked at her.

Eli slapped Carter on the shoulder. “Hot damn girl,
it’s gotta be crazy at your guys’ house.” He laughed.

Molly shook her head in disagreement. “No, for two
reasons. We were homeschooled so Karen was almost always around,
and two, James would never allow that. And Brody learned everything
the hard way, either by being taught tricks by people who could do
it but didn’t know how to really teach them or by working on tricks
with his buddies and teaching themselves, which didn’t always turn
out very well. I just have to do what he says, and he’s good at
explaining exactly how to do stuff so I don’t get hurt…usually.”
She raised one eyebrow at Brody. “And since he had to retire
completely from competing a few years back, let’s just say I get
his undivided attention,” she said flatly with her head cocked to
the side. Brody just smiled back innocently. He knew just how hard
he worked her, but she knew it was for her own good.

“So how do you get up one day and say, I want to do
this trick or that trick?” Jesse looked between the siblings for an
answer.

“By getting up and wanting to be better than you
were the day before.”

“Ah, a philosopher, huh?” Jesse grinned at Molly’s
comeback that she had laced with just a hint of sarcasm.

“Nope, a realist. Gotta make a living somehow.”

Jesse raised his beer. “I’ll drink to that.”

“Me too, bro,” someone else said, but she didn’t
notice who because Carter was still rubbing her arm. To top it off,
he’d crossed his leg so that his knee was touching her thigh as
well. Every time he moved, he touched her.

Each time her stomach would drop and do flip-flops
and her heart would begin to race. She was also pretty sure he had
to have scooted his chair closer to hers when she wasn’t
looking.

This was all so foreign to her.

She had always been around guys. It was her career
and it was male driven. She’d learned to tolerate being around
men.

But never had she felt like she had electricity
running through her from head to toe when a guy brushed by or even
just gave her a simple smile.

God…that damned smile of his and those eyes.

Molly tried biting her lip to keep her reaction to
herself, but she could feel her cheeks warming up.

“Don’t let her fool you,” Erin teased, “she likes
the adrenaline rush just as much as the rest of you.”

Molly just shrugged off the remark. But as she
glanced in Brody’s direction, she knew he understood. They had
always been able to read each other perfectly.

George stood and stretched. “Well, I better get back
and check the track and make sure things are moving along. You boys
better play nice, she could out ride any of you.”

Molly stood to hug George. “It’s so good to see you
again. And you better tell Eileen hi and give her my love.”

“Well, tell her yourself, she’s coming in Saturday
to see you.”

“She is?”

“Are you kidding? Sweetheart, she wouldn’t miss it
for the world!”

Brody grinned. “Told you I had a surprise for you if
you were a good girl.”

“Bite me!”

“Brody.” George shook his head at Brody while Molly
was still tucked under his arm. “She may be a good foot shorter
than you and probably doesn’t weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet,
but son, if you remember right, I’ve seen you two go toe-to-toe
before on more than one occasion, and well, it’s a pretty even
match. You two couldn’t act more like brother and sister if you
were actually blood related.”

“
Are you kidding?” Brody laughed
and stood to shake George’s hand. “She’s the most stubborn,
bull-headed brat around.”

“Me? Seriously?” She gave him an eye roll. “Well you
are an over-protective control freak just…like…James.” Molly
unleashed a big, satisfied smile, quite proud of her retort. She
kept that one in her back pocket for when he deserved it most. She
knew how much he hated it when she compared him to his father.

“
Brody,” George attempted his
warning again, “I’m leaving and I think you’re gonna get your ass
kicked.”

“Na, I wouldn’t want to embarrass him in front of
all these guys.” Molly laughed, then laughed even harder at Brody’s
exaggerated sigh of disbelief.

“All right then, if it’s safe, I’m walking away.”
George looked around at the men watching her, “I mean it boys. Be
good. I’ve seen you all ride, and I’ve seen her. I’d hate to have
to put you in your place by making her race against you. She’d whip
every one of your asses.” George hugged Molly one last time and
patted her cheek. “Oh…it’s so good to see you sweetheart.”

“You too, George.” Molly sat back down, only to
realize that Carter had moved his arm to the back of her chair. The
breath she sucked in was automatic. She snuck a look his direction
to see if he heard it, praying he hadn’t.

“
So, you’re a bad-ass, Molly.” Eli
put his arm out. “Will you marry me?”

Molly’s head dropped. “I’m not a bad-ass, James had
his reasons.”

“Besides, Eli—” Jesse nudged him. “—I think you’re a
little late.” Jesse cleared his throat and nodded toward Carter and
Molly. Everyone looked their direction. Carter’s knee was still
touching her thigh, but the hand that was on the back of her chair
was now playing in her hair. Molly blushed as she continued to look
down, avoiding their questioning eyes.

She was so out of her element.

She bit her lip as she gazed up at Carter. He
squeezed the back of her neck lightly and left his hand tucked in
under her hair. She snuck another look up at him, and for a second
time he caught her, making her blush all over again.

“Damn it, Sterling.” Eli smacked him as he got up to
get another beer. “I find the girl of my dreams and you swoop
in.”

“Just grab me a beer, Hunter. You want one?” Carter
asked her.

“Na. Thanks, though. I’ve still got to run.”

“Besides, she can’t handle her liquor. Can you,
sis?”

If at all possible, Molly’s cheeks reddened even
more. She bit her cheek to keep herself from embarrassing herself
further with a nasty retort, and from laughing. Instead she leveled
him with her laser pointed glare. Unfortunately, he just cackled
more.

~

Read more from the
Racing to Love
Series

Racing to Love ~ Carter’s
Treasure

Book One in the Racing to Love
Series

Look for Book Two of the Racing to Love
Series,
Jesse’s Soul
, coming
from

Sapphire Star Publishing on January 3,
2013

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Amy Gregory

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