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"I’ll make sure the Goodwins can never buy our track and it’ll be your fault," Marcus says, grabbing et hired anywhere else"

Mr Goodwin still wants to buy this place, but I believed him when he said he’ll take care ofI don’t want to do, you crazy asshole," I say, stoht then, Jack coht fist into Marcus’s jaw, sround Marcus trips Jack, and Jack takes a punch to the chin Then Jack leaps onto Marcus and smashes his knuckles into his nose three tiot hi and Jack stole my kill

Marcus wipes blood off his nose "Fuck you, Goodwin"

"Go ahead, Savannah," Jack says, holding him down "Do your worst"

I kind of want to kick hih to waste any more time on this dickwad I thrust out a hand and pull Jack up fro him He rubs his hands up and down ave hi for breath

"Shhh," Jack whispers, gently rubbing the back of reen shirt from my hand and helpson his chin

Marcus fu to tell my father"

Just because he’s rich and powerful doesn’t et aith it

"I’ the police to report you," I say

"Who’d believe your story over mine?" Marcus snorts

"Me," Jack says cal your faives a shit?" Jack says "You tried to assault onna call the cops, and I’ll et invited to the Governor’s Christmas Ball this year You don’t want to disappoint your mother, do you?"

Marcus’s eyes balloon and he actually looks freaked out I stare up at Jack through misty eyes and wrap irlfriend again, I’ll kill you," Jack adds, irlfriend?

"Now get the hell out of here," Jack says, and as Marcus scrambles away, Jack turns to ave me

"Girlfriend?" I whisper "That’s pretty presu Alex? Whitfield’s cousin?" I slowly shake ently kisses my wrist "Did Marcus hurt you?"

I know my place, but I stood up forexcept for what’s right And even though we co too

"I’reat"

Jack holds my hand the entire way back to the barn, and e see our dads, I expect hiht

"Is this for real?" I irlfriend?"

"I’ our hands up where anyone can see them "I’ve never cared about anyone else like this"

"And we’re exclusive?"

"Yup," he says

"But what about Paradise Park? Mr Winchester’ll never sell it to your father now"

He rubs his thumb across the back of my hand "I’ll tell Dad there are other racetracks And besides, Paradise Park has crappy plurin and he grins back As alk up, Mr Goodwin looks from his son to our hands and shakes his head

"Savannah and I are going out now," Jack announces to our fathers and Rory

Rory drops the brush he is holding and his s in his pocket, yanks out his cell, and starts texting Such a gossip that boy is

Dad rubs his eyes

"What happened to your face?" Mr Goodwin asks Jack

"Marcus Winchester looks a lot worse, I promise"

Mr Goodwin looks freaked out for a second, but then he grins "That’s my boy"

"I’ll tell you what happened in private," Jack says to his father, pulling et Star and Savannah ready for the race"

Mr Goodwin says, "Youryou to date one of our staff It won’t look right, and there could be issues if you don’t work out"

"You sneak hot dogs behind Mom’s back all the time! I’m responsible for the farm, and I can make my own decisions"

"A man stands by his decisions," Mr Goodwin says

"Yes, sir, he does," Jack replies