“What kind of aircraft?” Grayson asked.
“Babe, they use Air Force aircraft,” Rayden said, starting to grin. “That’s what Shenin’s doing, remember? She coordinates the planes and the pilots for missions…”
“Oh, well, that’s handy,” Grayson said, grinning.
“That’s right, you were an Air Force pilot,” Jericho said, suddenly remembering.
Grayson nodded.
“So? Would you be interested?” Jericho asked.
Grayson looked at Rayden. “What do you think?”
“I think it would get you back in a plane where you’re completely at home,” Rayden said, smiling.
Grayson bit her lip, smiling. Rayden knew her so well. She looked back at Jericho then.
“Yes, I’d be interested,” she said.
“Let’s talk when we get back next week,” Jericho said.
“Okay,” Grayson said.
At another table Shenin, Tyler, Jet, Fadiyah, Skyler, Devin, Cat, Jovina, Quinn, Xandy, and the newcomer, Harley sat at another table.
“So what body kit is that?” Skyler was asking Harley, looking out the window at Harley’s Z.
“It’s an Amuse kit,” Harley said.
“Woah, that probably set you back,” Skyler said, grinning.
“Not as much as the Stillen did,” Harley said.
Skyler closed one eye, grimacing. “Go ahead, give it to me.”
“The body kit was two thousand, the Stillen was eight.”
“Dayum…” Skyler said, whistling. “And you have Sparcos in there too.”
“Sparcos?” Devin queried, lost when it came to most of the car stuff.
“Racing seats,” Jet supplied.
“Yup,” Harley said, grinning. “Yeah, they’re Sparcos, the set cost me about fifteen hundred.”
“That’s one bad ass ride…” Quinn said, grinning. “But I’m gonna have to hand you yer ass on the next match.”
“You can try,” Harley said, grinning.
Quinn chuckled, nodding.
“I feel bad for my poor little sport now…” Cat said sighing.
“Oh we can set you up,” Harley said. “You got a great base, it just needs some work.”
Cat grinned, glancing at Jovina who shook her head rolling her eyes.
“Well that’s a nice Mas you got out there,” Harley said to Jet.
“Yeah, I love that car… Almost as much as my wife,” she added, winking at Fadiyah who smiled.
“I am not too sure about that,” she said, her accent still clear even after almost a year in the States.
“Where are you from?” Harley asked Fadiyah. “If you don’t mind me asking.”
“I do not mind,” Fadiyah said, smiling. “I am from Iraq.”
Harley nodded slowly, glancing at Jet and obviously trying to make the connection.
Jet looked back at Harley and let her stew on it for a bit, waiting to see if she’d ask. She didn’t, and it was surprising to Jet. Most people found they needed to satisfy their curiosity of her and Fadiyah. She liked that Harley seemed willing to accept things as they were.
“So, Quinn,” Harley said, looking at the Irish woman. “What part of Ireland are you from?”
“Northern Ireland, Belfast,” Quinn said.
“Cool,” Harley said, nodding.
Two hours later, it was time to get on the road again. They had another two hundred and fifty miles to go. As everyone got in their cars and turned on the radios, people in the nearby parking lots turned to stare at all the muscle and beauty of the cars. They all pulled out of the parking lot and entered the freeway again.
As the black Z took the lead yet again, they all heard Harley’s music blasting on her radio as she keyed the mike.
“Last one to Coalinga buys the first round tonight at the bar!” With that, she punched it and surged ahead.
The race was definitely on!
Also in the WeHo series:
When Love Wins
When Angels Fall
Break in the Storm
Turning Tables
Marking Time
Jet Blue
Water under the Bridge
Vendetta
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