Page 59 of Rush

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"He's also terrified of my dad."

"Everyone's terrified of Diesel. That's normal."

"It's annoying."

"It's protective. There's a difference."

Maybe they're right. Maybe Rush is just being careful.

But careful is boring and I'm tired of waiting.

I'm in the lab late when my phone buzzes. It's a text from an unknown number.

Unknown Number: Stop pushing.

I know it's Rush without him signing it, I save his number and quickly type back.

Me: Or what?

Rush: Or I'll do something we'll both regret.

Me: Promises, promises.

Rush: I'm serious.

Me: So am I. Stop running and I'll stop pushing.

He doesn't respond and I smile at my phone.

Game on.

I show up at the clubhouse again and this time Rush isn't in the garage. He's at the bar with Tank.

I walk over and slide onto the stool next to him.

"Miss me?" I ask.

"No."

"Liar."

Tank looks between us and grins. "I'll leave you two alone."

"Don't," Rush says.

"Too late." Tank walks away and Rush glares at his back.

I order wine. When it comes I take a sip, then I look at Rush.

"You texted me," I say.

"I told you to stop pushing."

"And I told you to stop running. Looks like we're both bad at following instructions."

His jaw tightens. "This isn't funny."

"I think it's hilarious."

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