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Revved
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Samantha Towle21,193 ratings, 4.09 average rating, 1,811 reviews
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“Take the good with the bad. Learn to live with your fears. Because being with him…having the good, it makes the bad a whole lot better.”
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“So, you missed me then?"
"With every fiber of my being."
"A simple yes would have sufficed.”
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"With every fiber of my being."
"A simple yes would have sufficed.”
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“So, whatever it is that's stopping you
from being with me, like we both know what you want, then fight it, babe, because I can't be without you a moment longer.”
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from being with me, like we both know what you want, then fight it, babe, because I can't be without you a moment longer.”
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“His eyes turn dark and serious. “You couldn’t be more wrong. I want you so fucking badly that I can’t see straight. I haven’t been able to since the moment I laid eyes on you. That’s the fucking problem. You think I wanted her more than I do you? I didn’t want her at all. I wanted you then and every day before and every day since. All I want is you. I was holding back just now—and trust me, it’s been taking every ounce of strength I have to do so—because you deserve better than me feeling you up in an elevator.” He runs his thumb over my lower lip, his eyes darkening further.”
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“Your answer is yes, you would. You’re afraid to say it out loud because you know, once you do, it makes it real—this thing between us—and then you won’t be able to stop it from happening. What, deep down inside, you know is inevitable.”
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“Well, fuck me. I was expecting someone-"
"With a penis and a deep voice? Sorry to disappoint.”
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"With a penis and a deep voice? Sorry to disappoint.”
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“Anyway, where were we?"
"I called you a Neanderthal,
and you snorted whiskey up your nose."
"Thanks for the thorough recap.”
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"I called you a Neanderthal,
and you snorted whiskey up your nose."
"Thanks for the thorough recap.”
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“The only type Carrick has is pretty with a vagina that’s open for business. But now, I’m starting to think that maybe now he has just one type—Andi Amaro.”
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“Do you have any ritual things you do before a race?”
My dad did. He always had to wear black boxer shorts and socks. Before every race, he would also have a plain egg omelet for breakfast. I never did learn why.
“Yep.”
I wait, but he doesn’t expand.
“Well…are you gonna tell me what it is?”
Arms on the table, he leans forward. “Okay.” He lets out a breath. “I have to eat a bar of Galaxy chocolate before each race.”
“Really?” I smile. “Why?”
Eyes on me, he rests back in his seat, keeping his hands on the table. “After we first moved to England, I don’t know if it was the pressure or being in a different country or what, but I wasn’t winning races. I was coming in fourth at best. I was panicking because Dad had given up so much by moving us to England, and I was getting frustrated because I knew I was capable of more.
“Anyway, on this particular day, I was hungry because I’d forgotten to eat, and my dad was all, ‘You will lose this race on an empty stomach.’ So, he went off to get me something to eat. Anyway, he came back, telling me there was only this shitty vending machine. Then, he held out a bar of Galaxy chocolate, and I was like, ‘What the hell is that? I’m not eating that. It’s women’s chocolate. Men don’t eat Galaxy. They eat Yorkie.’ You remember the adverts?”
“I do.” I laugh, loving the way he’s telling the story.
He’s so animated with his eyes all lit up.
“So, my dad got pissed off and said, ‘Well, they haven’t got any men’s chocolate, so eat the bloody women’s chocolate, and shut the hell up!’”
I snort out a laugh. “So, what did you do?”
“Sulked for about a minute, and then I ate the fucking bar of Galaxy, and it was the best chocolate I’d ever tasted—not that I admitted that to my dad at the time. Then, I got in my kart and won my first ever race in England.”
He smiles fondly, and I can see the memory in his eyes.
“And since then, before every race, my dad buys me a bar of Galaxy from a vending machine, and I eat it. It’s my one weird thing.”
“But what if there isn’t any Galaxy chocolate in a vending machine? Or worse, there isn’t a vending machine?”
He leans forward, a sexy-arse smile on his face. “There’s always a vending machine, Andressa, and there’s always a bar of Galaxy in it.”
“Ah.” The power of being Carrick Ryan.”
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My dad did. He always had to wear black boxer shorts and socks. Before every race, he would also have a plain egg omelet for breakfast. I never did learn why.
“Yep.”
I wait, but he doesn’t expand.
“Well…are you gonna tell me what it is?”
Arms on the table, he leans forward. “Okay.” He lets out a breath. “I have to eat a bar of Galaxy chocolate before each race.”
“Really?” I smile. “Why?”
Eyes on me, he rests back in his seat, keeping his hands on the table. “After we first moved to England, I don’t know if it was the pressure or being in a different country or what, but I wasn’t winning races. I was coming in fourth at best. I was panicking because Dad had given up so much by moving us to England, and I was getting frustrated because I knew I was capable of more.
“Anyway, on this particular day, I was hungry because I’d forgotten to eat, and my dad was all, ‘You will lose this race on an empty stomach.’ So, he went off to get me something to eat. Anyway, he came back, telling me there was only this shitty vending machine. Then, he held out a bar of Galaxy chocolate, and I was like, ‘What the hell is that? I’m not eating that. It’s women’s chocolate. Men don’t eat Galaxy. They eat Yorkie.’ You remember the adverts?”
“I do.” I laugh, loving the way he’s telling the story.
He’s so animated with his eyes all lit up.
“So, my dad got pissed off and said, ‘Well, they haven’t got any men’s chocolate, so eat the bloody women’s chocolate, and shut the hell up!’”
I snort out a laugh. “So, what did you do?”
“Sulked for about a minute, and then I ate the fucking bar of Galaxy, and it was the best chocolate I’d ever tasted—not that I admitted that to my dad at the time. Then, I got in my kart and won my first ever race in England.”
He smiles fondly, and I can see the memory in his eyes.
“And since then, before every race, my dad buys me a bar of Galaxy from a vending machine, and I eat it. It’s my one weird thing.”
“But what if there isn’t any Galaxy chocolate in a vending machine? Or worse, there isn’t a vending machine?”
He leans forward, a sexy-arse smile on his face. “There’s always a vending machine, Andressa, and there’s always a bar of Galaxy in it.”
“Ah.” The power of being Carrick Ryan.”
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“As we walk on, I hear the soft sound of Ed Sheeran’s “Thinking Out Loud” start to play from the speakers outside a restaurant just across the street where people are sitting out front, dining in the beautiful evening.
“I love this song,” I murmur.
Bringing me to a stop, Carrick says, “Dance with me?”
I glance around. “Uh, here?”
“Yeah, here. I want to dance with my girl under the stars.” He gestures to the bright night sky.
Then, he twirls me in his arms, so I’m facing him. Moving his arm from my shoulder to my waist, his free hand takes my hand.
“You want to dance right here in the street, next to a litter bin?” I toss a glance in the bin’s direction.
He slides a glance at it, a grin sliding onto his face. “You can’t deny the romance of what a bin can bring to a situation.”
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“I love this song,” I murmur.
Bringing me to a stop, Carrick says, “Dance with me?”
I glance around. “Uh, here?”
“Yeah, here. I want to dance with my girl under the stars.” He gestures to the bright night sky.
Then, he twirls me in his arms, so I’m facing him. Moving his arm from my shoulder to my waist, his free hand takes my hand.
“You want to dance right here in the street, next to a litter bin?” I toss a glance in the bin’s direction.
He slides a glance at it, a grin sliding onto his face. “You can’t deny the romance of what a bin can bring to a situation.”
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“I pick up my menu and start looking at the food choices. “What do you recommend?” I ask Carrick.
“Veal. That’s what I usually have.”
“But…isn’t veal baby cows?” My brows draw together.
“Yep.”
“Jesus, I’m not eating baby cows!” I screw up my face in disgust. “I’ll have the steak instead.”
Carrick sputters out a laugh. “You won’t eat baby cows, but you’ll eat adult cows? Where’s the logic, babe?”
“They’re babies!” I gesticulate. “It’s just wrong!”
“But it’s okay to eat the mammy cows?”
Fuck. He’s got me there.
“Fine. I’ll have the crayfish.”
“But what if that’s a baby crayfish?”
Bastard.”
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“Veal. That’s what I usually have.”
“But…isn’t veal baby cows?” My brows draw together.
“Yep.”
“Jesus, I’m not eating baby cows!” I screw up my face in disgust. “I’ll have the steak instead.”
Carrick sputters out a laugh. “You won’t eat baby cows, but you’ll eat adult cows? Where’s the logic, babe?”
“They’re babies!” I gesticulate. “It’s just wrong!”
“But it’s okay to eat the mammy cows?”
Fuck. He’s got me there.
“Fine. I’ll have the crayfish.”
“But what if that’s a baby crayfish?”
Bastard.”
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