God, that smirk gets me every time. I turn back to look at Elliot's car. It looks very sporty, which means it's fast, too. It's got to be faster than the Impala. The tape deck plays "Carry on my wayward son" through the speakers.

"Christian, he's in a sports car."

I see the lights change and they both hit the gas. It's a straight eight blocks to the apartment and the Impala is picking up speed. Elliot's car is just a fraction slower, but it means the Impala is pulling away from him. I squeal with excitement since we're winning against such a sporty car as Christian races up through the gears to get to top speed as quickly as he can. The blood is rushing through my veins as I look at the speed.

My inner angel snaps at me, maybe you're becoming an adrenaline junkie from being with Christian. I look over to him. His moves are sharp and precise like when he is on stage. As he drops the clutch and changes gear, the car moves even faster. We fly past junction after junction and all the lights are green for both cars to race through. I pray that we don't pass any police cars, that would be a nightmare.

Elliot is about fifteen meters behind us when both cars slam on hard because we nearly skid past the apartment. Christian is pulling up to the entrance while Elliot pulled up to a stop on the other side of the street.

Christian jumps out of the car and heads around to open my door while Elliot dives out of the car and shouts over to Christian.

"No fair, man! We need a rematch!"

"Any time, any place! I'll still beat you." Christian says while opening my door.

I get out of the car as my body is close to his.

"Sounds like I'm not the only one you don't play fair with," I say teasingly.

I see his jaw tighten and know that my comment does to him, what his gaze does to me.

"You, I like not playing fair with, Elliot is just a sore loser." He tells me taking me into his arms.

"So, you didn't use magic to slow his car down?" I ask him sweetly.

"No. I didn't need to. My Impala is faster than his Mazda MX five, not by much, but it is faster overall and quicker to get to its top speed." He smiles at me again like a happy child.

"Well, I think the winner deserves a kiss," I say putting my arms around his neck.

"Now, that sounds like my type of reward." He gazes down at me. As I see someone walking up behind him.

"Dad!" I say out loud in the middle of the street, just as Elliot and Kate walk over.

I step out of Christian's grasp as I see him leaning forward to kiss me. I race over to my father and hug him as Kate bounds over. As soon as I break my hug Kate hugs him.

"How are you feeling baby girl?" My dad asks me.

"Much better. Christian helped me get my memories back." I smile back over at him.

Christian actually looks like he is blushing. I have my victory. I made him blush! Lord knows, he has made me do it enough times.

"Ray, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend Elliot. He's Christian's brother." Kate says as Dad shakes Elliot's hand. I look shocked, boyfriend already. Kate wastes no time at all.

Something catches my dad's eye and his gaze is pulled over to the Impala.

"Now, that's a car." He states walking over to get a better look at it.

"She sure is. I bought her ten years ago." Christian pipes in as my dad slides his hand over the wing of the car.

"She's yours?" My dad stares at Christian in disbelief.

"Yes, she is. I have many classic cars, but she has a special place in my collection." Christian says fondly.

"A collection I would love to check out sometime." My dad seems so excited about the Impala and the chance to check out Christian's car collection. It's nice to see him like this after him worrying about me so much these last few days.

"You're more than welcome to anytime, Sir," Christian says as he moves a little closer to me.

"Hey, you call me Ray. I'll have none of that sir business. She's beautiful, a nineteen sixty-seven Chevy Impala. You know, I used to have one of these when I was younger in blue, Ana would love to roll around in the back seat as a little girl." Dad says remembering fondly as I do, too.

"Why don't you take her for a ride?"

Christian asks casually and tosses the keys over to my father.

My dad looks like a kid in a candy store and catches the keys out of the air like a world class baseball fielder.

"Are you sure? Thanks."

My dad pulls the creaking door open. He jumps into the driver's seat and turns the engine on. The loud roar of the engine deafens out any other sound from the street. He pulls the door shut and takes off in the car heading for the nearest junction.

We all watch as my dad turns the car and lets it roll out of our sight around the corner building.

There is a large rumble of power, as my dad steps on the gas now that he is out of sight from Christian. Kate uses the chance to grab Elliot pulling him back to his car for a long drawn out goodbye kiss. Knowing Kate there will be some groping, too. They look like they can't keep their hands off each other.

I silently wish Christian was the same way as Elliot was with Kate. No, I don't mean it. I don't want him to change and that's not nice or fair on him to wish him to be more like Elliot.

"So, do you have any plans for later this evening?" He asks sounding hopeful.

"Well, I need to check with my controlling boss first," I say as he gives me a shocked expression.

"I'm sure he will have a lovely evening planned for you, Kate, your father, and James to come and watch his show tonight." His hands produce four tickets out of nowhere.

I find myself looking up and down the street to make sure no one saw him do that. The only other two people in the street are Elliot and Kate and she currently has him pinned to the hood of his Mazda while attempting to swallow his tongue. Those two really need to get a room.

"That sounds perfect. Wait what about Jose?" I ask unsure.

"What about him?" He asks me with a dark glare in his eyes.

"Does he not get a ticket, too?" I'm sure he is still upset with him over what happened.

"Ana, that boy is lucky to be breathing. No, he doesn't get a ticket and I hope I never see him again!" His words come out sharply.

I think back to what Jose said about the night Christian saved me. The black eyes he spoke about.

"You know, Jose said some bad things about you, too." I shoot out.

"Really and what did the drunken boy say?" He says with a hint of sarcasm.

"He told me to stay away from you and that night you had black eyes when you threatened him." I look up at him saying the words. A look passes across his face. It's too quick to register. He smiles back at me.

"I think Jose had drunk too much, don't you think?" He offers out to me.

I go to reply when the black Impala comes speeding down the street heading towards us. Christian moves and in an instant pulls me behind him to protect me. My dad skids the car to a stop just before where we are standing. He jumps out of the car while the engine is still running idly.

"The Impala is just as good as I remember it. Thanks for the ride." My father says to Christian.

"Anytime. Well, I have to get back to work. I need to run through my magic acts before tonight's show. I look forward to seeing you all there. Ana has your tickets."

He smiles at my father and Kate as she walks over. I hear Elliot's car drive away. Christian jumps into the driver's seat of the Impala.

"Till later." He says and I lean in and give him a soft sensual kiss through the window. As soon as the kiss ends he tears off down the street and out of sight as we all head inside.

(They just couldn't help but race could they? Do we think Jose was drunk and imagined those eyes? Or is he trying to drive a wedge in between Ana and Christian? Ray already seems happy with him and we know Kate is moving fast with Elliot.

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