we knew each other because we met through the racing circuit. I raced for my dad's company, and your brother was just some small town kid who raced in the same division as me.

we weren't necessarily talking, but it was a little more than friends. sometimes that included flirting.

this weekend, we were racing in your hometown. your brother was determined to win it this weekend. yesterday in qualifying, he came second to me, and he was in the race until I decided to pretend something was wrong with my car and slowed a little. but it was only enough for your brother to win first and me second.

afterward, I saw you and your brother and your family so happy and excited. I smile proud of myself. but my dad wasn't. he was telling me and getting onto me, and I took it, not caring too much.

after he storms off, I turn and see you. I guessed you heard the conversation. "Hey,"