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the New Revolution Racing corporation. He was rich and connected. His main business was a huge tire company that had chain stores in every state in the country. He had his hands in other businesses as well, but it was Brickstone Tire’s logo that was prominently displayed on most of my shit.
    When Arrow walked in the room without any coffee or food in his hands, I gave him a WTF look.
    “You didn’t bring me any coffee, asshole?”
    Arrow grinned beneath the baseball hat he wore. “Brought you something better.”
    On the way to the elevator, I shoved my wallet and phone into my jeans and gave him the death glare until we stepped outside on the brick sidewalk of the hotel.
    I stopped in my tracks at the sight.
    I glanced between Arrow and the object parked there. “You did this?”
    He grinned like he thought he was fucking brilliant. “Dude, you’ve been like an old man with a bad case of the gout and some extra-large hemorrhoids lately.”
    “Fuck you,” I told him, still staring.
    It was a fucking Lotus.
    A pristine Lotus Elise.
    This car was basically mystery and sensuality wrapped up in a two-door package. There was a lot of racing history and some mighty impressive wins around the Lotus Elise. It was the kind of car people would drop their voices an octave when they spoke about it.
    It just had that kind of majestic pull.
    Lotus was actually a well-known brand in my circles, the manufacturer having basically pulled off a Hail Mary.
    A few years back, a lot of car manufacturer’s in Britain were going under, and it appeared they would be going down with them. But the company threw every last resource they had into the Elise.
    And it paid off.
    It literally saved the entire brand.
    That’s the kind of magic I was talking about here.
    And sitting not twenty feet away was a damn fine specimen.
    Plus, it was white.
    I approached the car slowly, studying every line and curve on its flawlessly designed body. The wheels were black satin in a lightweight Y-shaped cast. The front tires were sixteen inches, while the back were seventeen.
    The rounded vents behind the two doors were fierce. Round taillights anchored the word
    L O T U S spelled out between them. The roof was a removable hard top and installed auxiliary lights on the front. It was a small sports car, only enough room for two, but my God, it had a presence.
    Frankly, it was giving me a hard on.
    “Where the fuck did you find this?” I asked Arrow, glancing over the hood to where he was standing on the sidewalk.
    You can find anything on the internet.
    He searched for a car for me.
    And he found this.
    I was in awe.
    My momentary come to Jesus moment was interrupted when someone flung over the driver’s door and got out.
    I stiffened and rushed around the hood to the man.
    “Who the fuck are you!” I demanded. Did he think he could just steal this car?
    My car?
    He cleared his throat and looked at me. I snarled. He was wearing a pair of dress pants that were too short and gave a nice view of his dress socks and shoes. His shirt was tucked in like it was shoved so far into the back of his pants his ass probably could taste it.
    What the fuck was a douche like this doing even touching my car?
    Arrow glanced at me. “He owns it, Lor.”
    I laughed.
    The man with the keys and bad pants frowned.
    “You own this car?” I scoffed.
    “I’m a car collector,” he replied, his voice tight.
    I shook my head. A fucking shame.
    He probably never even drove this beauty. It probably sat in his temperature-controlled garage and wept every night when the lights went out.
    I glanced at the car. I’ll save you.
    “Sorry about that, man,” I said, approaching him and offering my hand. “I thought you were trying to take off with it.”
    He cleared his throat and shook my offered hand. “Your brother says you’ve been looking for a new car.”
    I nodded. “This one for sale?”
    “For the right price.”
    Fucking businessmen. Always thinking they could get one