Racing Outside the Line: A Love Story at 190 Mph

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Book: Racing Outside the Line: A Love Story at 190 Mph by Kimberly Montague Read Free Book Online
Authors: Kimberly Montague
Tags: General Fiction
boarded the boat… Seth’s fiancée. She was beautiful; I had to give him that. She was wearing a sundress, a big hat, sunglasses, her dark hair pulled back and cute sandals. She looked high maintenance and likely older than Seth. She also looked me over scrupulously when Desmond introduced us.
    Seth leaned over the edge of the upper level and yelled, "Go ahead and have a seat out of the wind, honey, I’m going to take us out on the lake. Hang on everyone."
    As the engines roared, it was a good opportunity to lean over to Desmond and ask for more details. "She doesn’t like the wind, but goes boating?"
    Desmond didn’t answer, just smiled a "see what I mean" smile and went back to flirting with Christina. Brad and Greg were distracted staring over the edge at something suddenly entertaining. They were so engrossed in whatever it was that I decided to head to the upper level for a bit of "wind."
    When I got up to the top, Seth seemed to be avoiding looking at me. He certainly wasn’t comfortable with me there. Good! I thought. "It’s windy up here. You may want to go back down below," he warned.
    "I’m not afraid of a bit of wind, I won’t blow away. Besides, it’s quieter up here."
    "You never were much for parties, were you?"
    "Not unless you pull out the Tequila shots."
    "I’ll be sure to let Brad and Greg know that. I know they’ll appreciate the tip." Hmm, this was not quite going where I wanted it to, time to change gears. Between the wind and the engines, I had to shout to be heard, so I moved closer to him.
    "So, when do I get to learn how to drive this thing?"
    He turned away from me and fiddled with something on the control panel, before turning back to me. "No one gets to drive my boat." He had a small smug smile spread across his lips, and it was the sexiest thing I had seen in years. My own emotions began choking me. It took a great deal of concentration for me to pull myself together. I cleared my throat.
    "Never did play well with others, did you? Can’t you learn to share your toys?" I was trying to keep it lighthearted, but his next comment sucker-punched me.
    "From what I’ve heard, you learned to share pretty well at college, guess you could give me some pointers." It was impossible to miss the crude meaning he placed behind the word "share," but I couldn’t figure out how he would know about my relationships. I mean, yes I slept with a few guys, but I could emphasize the word FEW, as in four, to be exact. What was it to him anyway , he didn’t want me? Pull it together, Alexis. Don’t let him see that he can rattle you.
    He had a smug smile on his face when he shut off the engines and started pressing buttons on the control panel. It was suddenly quiet, so I lowered my voice.
    I managed to pull out a smile from somewhere inside of me, "Sure, I could give you some pointers." I stepped closer to him until I could easily place my index finger to his chest. I backed him up against the corner of the control panel, so he had no choice but to be close to me. "To begin with," I ran my index finger down his chest, "other people might like your boat," I was sure to end the word ‘boat’ with my finger at his waist, "I’ve ridden it, I’d be happy to tell them how smooth it handles." He flinched, and his breathing was uneven. I definitely got under his skin with that comment. Score one for Alexis .
    He took a few breaths and looked back out onto the lake, but he didn’t try to move away from me. Still focusing on the lake, he commented, "I don’t think I like this new version of you."
    TOUGH! I wanted to punch him, my emotions were getting the better of me here, and I could feel anger and pain bubbling up within me. I had the strength for maybe one or two more blows, and then I would have to walk away or humiliate myself.
    I sucked in a quick breath, "Well, Seth, when you break something and leave it lying there for someone else to pick up the pieces, you don’t get much say in how they put it

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