“Ready, Spud?” my dad asked. He’d gotten out of the side-by-side and had a hand held out to me. I took it. “Ready,” I said. And I was. I’d been waiting for this day for a long time—maybe since the night I came home and saw Luke at the Devil’s Boot. I would’ve married him the day of my last race if he’d asked, and I would’ve married him a million times since then. But I was happy that we had a chance to start putting pieces of our life together first—that I got settled in my role at Rebel Blue, that Luke turned the bar around. I’m glad we got to build furniture and take trips and lie on the
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