"What the hell? Since when did Lawrence drive like that? When we raced him on Mount Akina, he was nowhere near this fast!"
"That little bastard was holding back on us."
...
The black Range Rover tore along the mountain road, winding through curve after curve. Only the red Maserati managed to keep the taillights in sight.
Inside the Maserati, Margery Finch sat behind the wheel—red coat, black sunglasses, devastatingly beautiful. A slow smile curved her lips.
Her golden waves of hair danced in the wind, a strand caught playfully between her lips.
Effortlessly sensual.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
The Wilfred she knew was back.
Years ago, he'd been hailed as a prodigy. At twelve, he'd entered Seabrook Tech University's gifted program. Four consecutive years, he'd won gold at the International Fermat Mathematics Competition.
At eighteen, he'd earned a top-tier FIA racing license.
For three years after that, he'd competed in the Bramblebrook World Rally Championship, posting impressive results.
Before twenty-two, Wilfred's life had been dazzling—flowers and applause at every turn.