Reflecting On Wishes (The Wishes Series) Read Free Page B

give someone else a chance. At that point in time she didn’t know if she ever would. Things were different now. Her career was on point and she was getting the itch to have a special man in her life again. Sometimes, just sometimes, she was downright lonely.
    Angel hopped up, grinning from ear to ear, touching her jaw where Dakota had caressed her before he walked out. It was time to shake off the giddy girl feelings and get her game face on. Her dad and brother were outside starting her bike and checking things out. Hurrying, she slipped into her black leathers with a white stripe down each side. The back of her jacket sported Vega Racing , down the left leg Vega’s Custom Bikes and down the right leg was Angel Vega . Her black boots had white wings that matched the arms of her jacket.
    She grabbed her helmet and walked out, mounting her bike and strapping her helm et on. Angel gave her dad a big smile and winked. “Time to make the boys cry when I fly by.”
    He laughed and gave her a hug. “That’s my girl. Get it done , Angel.”
    All business now, her face was a mask of concentration as she revved the motor and drove down to the pit where her brother was already standing. He was talking to Dakota. Her heart raced and it wasn’t just from the adrenaline. The smell of racing fuel and burnt rubber always kicked her into high gear. But seeing him standing there next to Rage with his strong, sculpted arms crossed over his chest and skin that looked like milk chocolate covering his rock hard physique was enough to make her mouth water. Once her eyes met his and she saw the look on his face, she suddenly felt like the cherry on top of a sundae that he was ready to eat up. He simply devoured her with his eyes.
    Pulling up next to them she smiled and gratefully took the bottle of water Rage offered her. Angel pulled her helmet off to take a long pull of the icy drink.
    “I hope you don’t mind, Rage invited me to be down here with you during qualifying.” Dakota smiled at her and she nearly melted onto the asphalt.
    “It’s cool, I don’t mind. Ever been down here in the pit before?” God, I have to get my head in the game , she thought to herself.
    “No, I haven’t. But this right here is probably the best birthday present a guy could ask for.”
    Angel winked at him and put her helmet back on . Leaning towards him she said, “And just think, it’s not even your actual birthday yet.”
    His eyes widened and he gave her that sexy, heart-stopping grin again as she put her visor down, revved up and pulled away heading onto the track. Once her tires rolled onto the asphalt her mindset changed. She was serious, focused—all business. She squeezed the brake while revving the engine, doing a burnout on the sticky surface of VHT that coated the entrance to the track. The sweet, chemical like smell and the burning tires paired with racing fuel was the sweetest perfume she had ever inhaled. Her daddy said she was born with racing fuel in her blood.  He was right. This was where she belonged and who she was. She didn’t know how to do anything else other than race and work on bikes. This was her life .
    She didn’t give her opponent in the right lane, Jordan Toby, more than a brief thought. He had snubbed her before, claiming women didn’t belong on the race track. The day he told her that, she had beaten him down the track by 1.836 seconds. In the racing world, that was a landslide. The jerk was so focused on giving her grief and trying to show off by being a smart-ass, that his slow reaction time at the green light ruined it for him.
    Angel grew up around men that talked shit all the time . So much that now days she could out bullshit most of them. She was always considered, ‘one of the guys’ when it came to working in the shop or racing, and she had done that her entire life. Angel never had many girlfriends. Most girls don’t want to talk about racing, motorcycles or a gnarly wreck you saw at the track. Nor