Secrets Collide (Bluegrass Brothers)

her right toward the entrance. “I had the valet keep the truck handy. I told him we wouldn’t be long.”
    “You could've told me you knew the mayor. And what good did it do to let Pinnelli know we knew who he was?”
    “People do stupid things when they get panicked. He didn’t have time to prepare a response or think how to act. If I lose him now, though, it'll be bad.” Cy hurried her from the floor and through the crowd.
    Gemma felt her stomach drop at the sight of the red convertible zipping out of the circular drive. Cy gave a sharp whistle as they ran down the red carpet. The valet looked up and with a nod grabbed a set of keys and tossed them to Cy.
    “Right there, sir.” The young man pointed to the truck sitting just fifteen feet away.
    “Oh thank goodness,” Gemma said with a sigh of relief as she hiked up her dress and sprinted toward the truck—well, as fast as one could sprint in four-inch heels.
    “You know, you really should have more faith in me. I do this stuff for a living, after all,” Cy shot back to her as he reached the truck and started it.
    Gemma didn’t have time to respond before the large V8 engine hurled the truck forward. She scrambled to put on her seatbelt and hang on for dear life as he took turns faster than she thought possible in such a big vehicle.
    “It looks like he’s going to the house he’s rented,” Cy told her as he ran red light after red light through downtown Lexington. Horns sounded and tires skidded as cars were forced to yield to the larger truck.
    The busy streets of downtown quickly turned to country roads as Cy came up behind Pinnelli’s car. “Gemma, I need you to unbuckle your seatbelt and get ready to slide behind the wheel,” Cy ordered as he unlocked and opened the sliding rear window leading to the truck bed with one hand.
    “What are you doing?” Gemma yelled over the sound of the wind rushing in through the open window.
    “I’m just going to pop over and have a word with our friend there, but I need you to drive so I can do that.”
    “You’re insane.”
    “Don’t worry, I’ve done this countless times,” Cy shot her his amused smile and pulled the truck into the opposite lane and sped up. He set the cruise control and looked over at her. “Take the wheel and keep it in this lane. As soon as I’m in the back, speed up so I can jump into the car.”
    “You better not die. If you do, I’ll kill you again,” Gemma yelled as she unhooked her seatbelt and grabbed hold of the steering wheel.
    She tried to keep her eyes on the road as Cy angled his shoulders and shimmied his way through the small window. “Okay, speed up and pass him a bit,” Cy shouted into the cab.
    Gemma only nodded as she watched Pinnelli turn his head to see what they were doing. He stepped on the pedal and his sports car shot forward. Gemma floored the pedal as the big V8 ate up the road and closed in on the little red car. “No cars, no cars,” Gemma chanted as she sped over a hill in the wrong lane.
    She glanced back and saw Cy resting his hand against the top of the cab with one leg on the side of the truck bed. As soon as he saw there were no cars coming at them, he pounded the top of the cab. Gemma swerved toward the red car and forced Pinnelli to hit the brake. She pressed hard on the gas and started nosing in front of the car.
    Cy hung on as Gemma flew over the hilltop. He had fifteen seconds to make the jump before they rounded a sharp turn. He pounded the top of the cab and Gemma accelerated in return and then turned sharply at Pinnelli’s car.
    “Crap.” Cy went flying forward and was then flung backward as Gemma swerved back into the opposite lane and pressed the gas once again.
    Cy scrambled to his feet and without  hesitation launched himself off the side of the truck. He aimed for the windshield and, with momentum working against him, was happy when he landed in the tiny backseat of the sports car. Pinnelli started swerving, causing Cy to slam around in the back seat.
    Cy pulled his foot from where it was stuck behind the driver’s seat and used the passenger headrest to pull himself forward. “Hello, Arthur. Fancy meeting you here. Out for a drive? How about we pull over and have a little chat?”
    Cy looked up and saw headlights coming at them. Gemma slammed on the brakes and fishtailed as she battled to gain control of the truck before sliding in behind Pinnelli. Cy almost laughed at the pissed-off look on her cute