The bus pulls in front of the speedway and parks across from the main entrance gate. Chantelle has her face pressed against the window and she turns in Callum's direction. "What are we doing here, Cal?"

Callum winces when he hears her calling him that. "As you all know I'm a NASCAR racer. This is part of my life and if you can't handle me being on the track its best that you don't move forward with trying to win my heart." He looks at all the woman waiting to see if someone will walk away, but we all stay sitting.

After a while of sitting I stand and walk to the front of the bus eager to get on the track with Callum and one of his friends. The driver opens the door and I thank him. I hold onto the rails as I step off the bus.

Callum is the second one off the bus and he hold his hand out for the girls as they step off the bus. They thank him and stand next to me. The door to the speedway opens and Brock walks out.

Cassie stand still you can't run to him like you usually do.

Brock's brown eyes scans the woman and his eyes linger on me for a moment longer than the other. His blonde hair is spiked and his tattoos on his arms noticeable with the tank top he's wearing. In his hand are two flags that are black and white. "Hello, everyone. Welcome to Charlotte Speedway. Today you're going to go on the track with Callum. He'll be your driver around the track." He looks at the group. "Does anyone have any questions?"

Chantelle raises her hand. "Are we going to fly around the track like it's an actual race or are we going to be driving like Miss Daisy?"

Brock laughs and then looks towards Callum. "I'll let my friend tell you what's going on. I'll be the one checking the car after each person turns to make sure it's safe for you."

Cheryl steps in front of Callum and says. "I don't feel comfortable going fast, but can we go gradually fast as I get used to being in the car with you?"

He touches her shoulder. "That's fine, Chery. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable in any way. Just remember if you don't feel like doing anything let me know and I won't force you." Looking at everyone he adds. "That means all of you."

Callum knows I won't back away from anything as we both like doing the same things. Which is why we are so compatible with each other.

A smile spreads across his face. "I know a lot of you haven't been to a speedway and don't know what to expect. So, there's going to be a timer on the track that going to give me time of how long it took me to race around the track with all of you. The person that gets the quickest time in the race will progress to the next round. The last three will be considered as leaving the show. If you already have a rose you're going through the next round regardless if you come in last."

Rylee squeezes my hand. "I'm glad we got ours on the first day. Have you seen Callum give anymore out since we've been here?"

I shake my head. "No, but I'm sure he's done it without us knowing about." I watch as the woman start following Brock and Callum inside. "What do you think of Callum's friend?"

"He's hot. I wouldn't be surprised if he ends up on the next Meet Your Equal. He'll have a lot of girls falling over him."

Yeah, he would. Brock told me that he doesn't want to have a serious relationship until he retires because he doesn't want his girl to worry about him when something happens on the track.

Entering the building we head to the desk that's close to the elevators. A blonde woman is sitting behind the desk and she looks at us. "You'll need to sign a release form." We walk over to the table and take turn signing it.

Callum and Brock hit the buttons for the elevators and the doors open a couple seconds later. Most of the woman walk into the one that Callum is in. I step into the one that Brock is in. "Hey,"

A smile spreads across his face and then he leans forwards, whispering. "Hey, Cassie. I'm glad you're here with him. I don't like any of those girls for our boy."

I move toward the back of the elevator as some other woman step into the lift.

A brown haired, blue eyed woman steps into the elevator and her eyes land on Brock's. She smiles at him and says. "Hey, handsome. I'm Lilian."

Brock holds his hand out to her and she shakes it. "Brock Hamilton. It's nice to meet you Lily. If you don't get chosen by Callum you can always give me a call." He winks at her and she giggles.

She flirts with him until the doors open and we're close to the track. She rushes over to Chantelle and says. "Brock is so hot. He told me that if I don't get chosen by Callum he'll take me out."

Callum stops next to me and says. "Is that true?"

"Yep," I look towards Brock. "I think he's doing you a favour by removing one of the woman for you."

He throws his head back and laughs. "Yeah, I had a feeling he would make things easier for me. I have to get the car. I'll see you later." Callum walks over the garage and pulls the car out. He stops at the starting line. Climbing out of the car he looks at the girls and says. "Who wants to go first?"

I watch as the group fights over whose going first.

Brooklyn is the first to the car and she slides into the front passenger seat. She puts on her seatbelt and waits for the counter to count down before Callum drives slowly around the speedway and then speeds up.

Looking around I see Brock in the tower and he waves the flag as Callum gets closer to the starting line. On the counter I see that it took him 3 minutes to travel around the track.

As different girls climb into the car counter has different times on it and each of them cuss as someone else beats there time.

The last woman climbs out of the car and she blows Callum a kiss as she walks over to her friends.

Rylee hugs me. "Have fun."

I will.

Callum slides over to the passenger seat, while I climb into the driver's seat. He looks at me. "Are you ready to show all these woman up with your skills on the track?"

A smile spreads across my face. "You know I am." I put the seatbelt on me and then run my hands over to steering wheel. Looking ahead my eyes connect with the handprint I did for Mom when I was six; is hanging from the mirror. "When did you get this?"

Callum looks at it. "Your mother gave it to me. She told me that it would bring me good luck."

"Has it?" I ask.

"Yes," A smile spreads across his face. "Also, having you close to the track brings me luck."