Lights Out (The Grid, #1)

by Kayla James

This is for everyone who’s ever been told ‘you can’t’ or ‘you don’t belong’ or ‘you’ll never make it.’ Tell those assholes to fuck off and watch this.

We blast the music on the highway and belt out every tune like we’re performing on stage. Can either of us carry a tune? Not a single one. Do we give a shit? You guessed it, not a single one.

I belong here. I’m here to drive. I’m here to win.

There’s something about her that tames my own demons, quieting them so that I can breathe without the weight of everything crushing my chest.

“I know you’ve worked incredibly hard for this, but promise me you won’t forget to also have fun. Live in the moment and just be.”

“Your day will come and I’ll be there handing them the marker.”

“I’ll be right there if you need me. We’re a team, remember?” His eyes dance between mine, “We do this together.”

It isn’t until the ride back to the house that I realize she didn’t correct the woman either.

“You brought me back to life with your soft smiles, melodic laughs, and bright eyes. You make the hard days worth it and the easy ones feel like a dream. You’ve made me a better driver, a better friend, a better man.”