The Rookie (Racing On The Edge #7) by Shey Stahl Read Free Book Online

I’m trying to make sure you don’t lose yourself and all the reasons you do this in the process.”
    He stepped aside, his eyes on the ground. He has pride too and he’s protecting it but what he fails to realize is that he’s losing everything else along the way.

    Easton spent most of the days following the All Star race with his team and going over the next race. He was at the track again by Wednesday. When we returned to the track for the Coca-Cola 600 weekend, I wish I would have stayed home.
    I always enjoyed the races at Charlotte because we were close to home and it’s the race my family always came to. Except this year. The World of Outlaws was scheduled for the night before the Coca-Cola 600 race at the dirt track.
    Saturday morning, the day before the 600, I was in the middle of getting new orders done for the merchandise trailer when I stepped outside for better reception so I could call Emma.
    As soon as I stepped outside, I wished I would have stayed inside.
    Standing near Brody’s motor coach was Shaylee, a girl I hated. She’d fucked my brother over once before and taken advantage of me numerous times.
    “Easton’s looking good on the cover of Racers Edge .” Shaylee said, walking past me, knowing damn well I knew nothing about what she was talking about.
    “Yeah, he is,” I agreed, though I didn’t know what it was. “Bet you’ve been drooling over it, huh?”
    That pissed her off. “The only reason you’re anybody is because of your dad.”
    “So you’re nobody because of yours, yes?”
    People have the misconception that because I’m quiet, I don’t pay attention and I won’t stand up for myself. I’m always paying attention. I’m quiet because I’m observing. I stand up for myself when needed.
    I know who Shaylee’s dad is. He’s a fucking drunk who’s never held a steady job as a sponsor rep and her mom’s a hair dresser.
    It’s not like she has anything to brag about or be able to even remotely compare parental units.
    “Why are you even here?” I asked looking at the pass around her neck. “Join a fan club or something?”
    “My dad’s a representative for Wyle,” she held up her temporary pass. “My boyfriend’s a tire changer for Brody. I’m here with him this weekend.”
    “You should stick to Ohio. This isn’t really your crowd, is it?”
    “I should say the same thing to you.” I knew what that was about. But I ignored it…for now. She’s referring to my family racing dirt and me being here now. As if that’s supposed to piss me off. It kind of does, but not enough to respond.
    I laughed. “So you’re a garage groupie for the weekend. Sweet. Fits you.”
    “I should call your mom then. She could probably give me some advice on how to get that hard pass, couldn’t she?”
    Well, she’s just trying to set me off for real, isn’t she?
    “Shaylee, Shaylee, Shaylee…why do you want to limit yourself to just one racer to get that hard pass when you could just continue to sleep with whoever is drunk enough to think you’re a catch for a one-night stand?” I smirked and turned away as I saw her cheeks turn a crimson red.
    Shaylee’s a bitch. I’ve never known any other side of her and my brother was a fucking dumb ass for sleeping with her.
    It’s in her nature to destroy people. I’m not sure who or what made her that way, but she was just nasty. The first guy I ever slept with was found the very next night with Shaylee at a party. I never liked her and I wasn’t about to start now.
    Easton stepped out of the motor coach, smiled at me, and then stepped toward Jessie who’d been watching this all along. She always found my interactions with women obsessing over my husband entertaining. I knew what Shaylee was doing too. She was after Easton. I was sure of it.
    Easton didn’t say anything to me as he stepped past me but I also knew he had a press conference in ten minutes and then the Nationwide drivers’ meeting.
    He watched me as he and