Chapter 17

“Don’t even think about getting up,” I warn Dane with a sinister glare as he shifts in his seat and then moves back down. Knowing better than to rile me today. I’m still sore at him for what he did last night, and soon as I get him alone, we will be talking about the damn racing. I barely slept from nightmares about him crashing his stupid bike.

“My head is killing me.” He implores my sweet side with a pathetic pout, but today's mood is vile. Suffering from lack of sleep due to emotional fragility, exasperated by my mom getting up at five am and informing me she was heading off for a weekend spa and Bryan taking off on some business trip. So obviously, they aren’t talking and taking time apart. We have been left alone with our housekeeper.

I blame Dane for all of it and how hellish I feel today.

“Whose fault is that?” I snort, picking up the notebook from the table between the four of us. I start jotting down notes as Elisa picks out key points from an article she is r