Read Revved for Free Online Page A

also arriving. I have yet to meet him, not that I’ll have a lot of interaction with him as he has his own mechanics, but I’m still looking forward to it.
    From what I can tell of Nico from the press, he’s the complete opposite of Carrick. Very focused and dedicated, he’s never seen out partying, and he is very much a family man, married with children.
    I wonder how he and Carrick get along—if they get along at all. It’s not unusual for teammates not to like one another. Drivers might be paired under the same banner, but it’s a solitary sport and incredibly competitive.
    It’s coming up to dinnertime, and I’m in my hotel room, the room I’m gonna be sharing with one of the hospitality girls, Petra. She’ll be getting in soon. I haven’t seen her since I met her on Carrick’s birthday.
    To be honest, I’m surprised to be sharing a room with her. I thought she would have been sharing a room with the other front-of-house girl, Amy, the one who was photographed leaving that club with Carrick. I expected to be rooming alone. But it’s not a problem. I’m sure it’ll be fine. I guess it’ll be strange at first, sharing a room with someone I barely know, but I’m sure we’ll get on no problem,
    I don’t have a problem getting along with women. I just tend to get along better with men. I guess my interests, cars, aren’t that of a usual woman.
    I’m sprawled out on my bed, deciding what to do for dinner, while watching TV when I hear the door open. Petra comes in, dragging a suitcase behind her, sounding out of breath.
    “Hi.” I sit up, turning the volume down on the TV.
    She closes the door and props her suitcase up against the dresser. “Hey. Andi, right? We met at Carrick’s birthday?”
    “Hi. Yes, we did.”
    “Sorry. I was a bit drunk that night. My memory sucks when I’ve had a drink. So, we’re gonna be roomies for the next eight-plus months.” She drops down on the other bed, her bed.
    “I guess we are.” I slide my hands under my thighs, sitting on them.
    “Well, I don’t snore apparently. And it doesn’t matter if you do. I’m a heavy sleeper.” She shrugs.
    “Okay. Erm…well, I don’t think I snore. I mean, I’ve never had anyone tell me that I do.”
    “Awesome. So, what’s the plan tonight?”
    “Plan?”
    “Are the guys going out?”
    “Um, I think so.” I shrug. “Ben said something about going out for a beer later.”
    “Cool. We’ll text them and see what the plan is. Have you eaten? ’Cause I’m starving.”
    “No. I was just thinking about dinner.”
    “Fabulous. We’ll get something to eat, either here or out. Then, we can meet up with the guys for a drink.”
    “Sounds great.” I cross my legs on the bed, so I’m sitting Indian-style. “Are you not tired?” I ask her.
    I was zonked when I first got here. I’m still trying to adjust to the time zone now. I’d only just got used to being in England.
    “Nah. I had a good sleep on the plane, and I’m used to all the traveling around. Been doing this for years. I’m easily adaptable.” She kicks her flip-flops off. “And anyway, who needs sleep?”
    “People.” I grin.
    “Yeah, but I’m not most people. And in the wise words of Bon Jovi, ‘I’ll sleep when I’m dead.’”
    I laugh lightly. I’m starting to like this girl already.
    “Yeah, I guess you’ve got a point. I’m not usually one for lying in. But I was knackered when I first got here.”
    She chuckles. “You’ll adjust to it all soon enough.”
    “Yeah, I’m sure I will. Has the other girl, Amy, arrived, too?”
    Petra’s face frowns at the mention of Amy’s name. “No, she got let go.”
    “Let go?”
    “Sacked.”
    “Oh. Why?”
    “Because she shagged Carrick. I bloody told her not to, that no good would come of it, especially not so soon after what happened with Charlotte, but she didn’t listen.”
    “Oh, right. Yeah, Uncle John told me about the Charlotte thing, not that we were gossiping or anything.”