Page 14 of Kiss & Collide (Racing Hearts #2)

C hase was just about to put his helmet on when Violet came sweeping into the Pinnacle garage, a vision in skinny striped pants and a red silk blouse.

“Clear your schedule after Budapest,” she said without preamble. “We’re going to Paris.”

“Paris? Why?”

“Because I have gotten you a photo shoot with Vanity Fair . I did that. Me. I just got the official confirmation. You’re welcome.”

“A photo shoot with who?”

She rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Chase. Vanity Fair . This is huge . I had to hustle so hard to make it happen.”

“Isn’t that a fashion magazine? What do they want to do with a driver?”

She bypassed the question and poked him in the chest. “Hey, what happened with Clive Pennington?”

Okay, she had a point there. He’d found Clive at the after-party in Spielberg.

They’d chatted about what seemed to him to be a whole lot of nothing, but then, just before Clive took off, he said they should discuss a sponsorship deal.

It wasn’t a done deal, but the conversation was happening, just like Violet said it would.

She’d even introduced him to Jeff Corbett, a marketing agent she knew.

He was one of the guys who worked the kind of deals that could propel a driver to a whole new level in the sport.

And now he was working for Chase, trying to pull in new sponsors for him, starting with Jet Energy.

That could change everything for him. Violet had been right so far, so he should probably just keep following her lead.

“You really think this photo shoot will make a difference?” he asked.

“Not all by itself, but it’ll put you in front of the world’s eyeballs. It’ll help. So Paris. We leave straight from Budapest, yes?”

He saluted her. “Yes, sir.” She almost laughed, which was a pretty big deal for Violet. He entertained himself sometimes figuring out what he could say or do to get her to crack.

“I’ll email you the details. And we’ll need to squeeze in some time to do some media training with you.”

“You said I was a natural.”

“Even a natural needs work. You have to be prepared for anything they might ask you. I’ll work up some interview questions and we’ll practice.”

She started to turn away, her attention already on her phone, but he snagged her elbow. “Hey. My room tonight? You can play reporter and grill me.”

“You are such a freak.” She sighed, but she was smiling—again. He loved it. “Fine. Come find me after the reception.”

He was still smiling to himself as he put his helmet on and got his HANS device in place, watching her walk away.

A couple of days in Paris with Violet. That wouldn’t be so bad.