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open windows upstairs. It reminds me of the French Quarter in New Orleans, with the black iron balcony wrapping around the building. There are people on the balcony, singing and shouting down to everyone below on the streets.
    Thankfully, since it’s almost eleven-thirty, the place is kid-free. Sophie wraps her arm around mine as we make our way inside. “Can we go into Club Boca? I want to go dancing,” Sophie asks me, tugging on my arm.
    There’s a private night club here, but it has a strict dress code, and I will not be able to get in with cargo shorts, my Americana muscle tank, and flip-flops.
    “You and your friends can go to the club, but I’m just going to stay up here and play a few games of pool. Plus, I can’t get in dressed like this anyways,” I tell her, pinching my shirt.
    Rolling her eyes, Sophie tugs on my arm again. “Come on, Chase. They all know who you are down here. They’d be stupid to not let you in. Please? Come dance with me.” She pouts up at me, batting her long, fake eyelashes.
    I don’t get why girls glue on big, fake eyelashes. I just about had a heart attack one morning, waking up to one of them stuck to my arm. I thought it was a damn spider. I never screamed so loud in my damn life. It wasn’t my proudest moment screeching like a fucking girl, but let’s be honest—anyone who wakes up and thinks there’s a spider on their arm is going to scream their head off.
    “I just want to lay low tonight. I don’t feel like sitting in the club with music so loud I can’t carry a fuckin’ conversation. I’m going to hang out up here. You, Emily, and Sierra can go clubbing, but my boys have a pool table with our names on it.”
    Jesus . How fucking hard is it for a chick to understand the word no? I know I probably sound like dick right now, but I am in no mood to go dancing with her. If I planned on fucking afterwards, then yeah, I would throw my name around to get in, but I plan on going home alone tonight. Dancing with Sophie will just give her the wrong idea.
    “Well, I need a beer. Anyone else coming to the bar?” Vance asks, standing with his arms folded across his chest with a look of annoyance on his face.
    Sophie and her two friends move together, standing in a united front and glaring at us. Just fan-fuckin’-tastic. Let’s cause a scene so I can end up on the front of some cheap tabloid. My dad will kill me. He already threatened to cut my race funding if I got into any more trouble. Four years of partying in college did not sit well with him. I am lucky I even passed.
    I’ve been branded the bad boy of racing, and my career is only just beginning. I tried to tell my dad good or bad publicity is still publicity, but he didn’t agree. He said Pop and he have worked hard to build the respectable racing company they have, and me getting arrested for drinking and driving, speeding, or public intoxication, and then having it plastered all over the television, magazines, and web isn’t how I build my career and fan base.
    It’s been six months since I was last in trouble, and that seemed to get Dad off my case. I just hope I can keep the streak up. Girls like Sophie are making it hard, when they seem to want to start drama over every little thing I do.
    “You guys are really going to ditch us on the Fourth of July?” Emily asks, seething with anger.
    We need to defuse this situation quickly. “No…not at all. Listen, we’re just exhausted from last night with y’all then going to the boardwalk tonight. We just want to lay low. Y’all go dance and have fun. Just send us a text tomorrow or something and we can get together,” I say, snaking my arm around Sophie’s waist and pulling her against me. I need to use the Kenzington charm right now.
    Her eyes soften as she stares up at me. “Okay. You go have fun playin’ pool then.” She leans up on her toes and presses her lips to mine for a quick kiss. I tighten my lips, just giving her a quick peck.
    Pulling away, I