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“Leave me alone. Distract Cassidy,” Brook ordered.

I took my shirt off.

“Big deal. I’ve seen that too many times,” Cassidy teased.

Turning up the heat a bit, I got up and turned on some music so I could do a little striptease. I was down to my boxers and twerking when Cassidy finally lost. I was nervous as to what Cassidy might pull.

“You might want to put a stop to this,” I warned Brook.

I could see the competitive glint in her eye and recognized I was talking to a brick wall right now. She should have listened to me. Somehow, Mr. Happy escaped my boxers, and Cassidy had a mouthful before Brook realized what I’d warned her about. It was fortunate that she loved me because I wasn’t thinking with my big head. While Cassidy did wonderful things to me, I pulled Brook into a passionate kiss.

My big head started to assert itself when I suddenly remembered something.

“Boyfriend!” I squawked as I pushed Cassidy off me.

“I bet she doesn’t care,” Brook predicted.

From the smoky look Cassidy gave me, I had to agree with her. I picked Brook up and carried her to the bedroom where I closed the door. I was grateful that Brook didn’t make an issue of my momentary slip. The two of us had some fun. I was even more thankful that Cassidy wasn’t upset with us when we came back out.

It had been an almost perfect night. Anytime a guy can eat pizza, play video games, and spend time with his girlfriend is a great night. The only thing missing was beer.

◊◊◊ Thursday October 6

Tracy and I had agreed to hold off on filming more episodes for her vlog, Dessert First, until next weekend when I didn’t have a recruiting trip planned. On Tuesday, Brook had taken me to the little airport for our flying lessons. I’d been remiss in attending classroom sessions. She was now fully qualified to fly solo in a small single-prop plane during daytime and good weather. Cassidy had continued to learn in the simulator, and Brook and I agreed she would start joining me for classes.

Wednesday, we’d had my Japanese class with Hana Yamamura, Shiggy’s niece, who’d taught me in the spring and gone with us to Japan. She’d stayed in Japan for the rest of the summer, spending it with Jiro Yamashita, one of the actors in My Butterfly, the J-drama I’d filmed. Hana planned to go to LA in December because Jiro had landed a role in the next J-drama I was in. We agreed that I would hire her as my interpreter and lines coach.

After football practice, I found Brook waiting in my car and no Cassidy. She usually caught a ride with us after school, and tonight was supposed to be her night to pick our activity; that meant going to the dojo.

“I decided we need to go on another adventure,” Brook said as I climbed into the back seat, and Paul began to drive.

While I loved our adventures, I’d made a promise to Cassidy to go to the dojo.

“I can’t. I made plans with Cassidy.”

“What if I told you Cassidy is aware of the change of plans and is okay with it? I know how you get when you promise something,” she said, understanding me too well.

I leaned back into my seat and relaxed. Cassidy and Brook were best friends, and I was sure Brook had told her of the change of plans. If Cassidy had a problem with it, she’d have said something. She wasn’t shy about letting me know her feelings on any topic.

I perked up when I saw us pulling into our local airport, where we went skydiving and took flight lessons. What had my full attention was that there were orange cones on two of the runways, and my Dodge Demon was flying down the tarmac.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Driving instruction,” Paul said from the front seat. “The Dodge Challenger SRT Demon is too much car to drive without learning its capabilities in a safe environment. Fritz has been getting everyone up to speed.”

We pulled onto the tarmac, and as I got out, I discovered why Cassidy had let me off the hook for the dojo. She was behind the wheel with Fritz in the passenger seat, giving her instructions. You could see Cassidy’s intense concentration as she maneuvered the car through the cones at high speed. You could hear the high-pitched whine over the monster roar of its engine as the Demon’s supercharger kicked in. My inner Alpha Male raised its head and wanted to scream ‘mine’ like a petulant two-year-old.

While Cassidy took my car through its paces, Chuck pulled me over to talk about my SUV they usually drove us in.

“I understand that you took driving classes before,” Chuck stated.

“In LA,” I confirmed.

Devin Range and I had been trained together. That training had allowed me to feel much more comfortable driving my old Charger. If I hadn’t taken the class, I would have been nervous about driving the Demon. It was a lot of car, and you could get yourself into trouble with it in a hurry if you weren’t careful.