Chapter 123
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Just imagining Elliott’s lingering, fascinated stare aimed at Christina made Katie’s blood boil.
“It’s not really Christina’s fault, though. The guys are the ones showing interest in her,” Yolanda offered quietly, acting as if she was truly defending Christina.
“Oh, come on! If she wasn’t always batting her lashes and acting all coy, would they even notice her? She’s out here prowling for guys and you know it!” Frustration laced Katie’s words as she snapped back.
“Well…” Yolanda faltered, as if she’d run out of arguments. She shot a discreet glance at Brendon, who was already scowling. Their bickering was pushing his patience to the edge.
Katie barely got a word out before Brendon silenced her with a glacial look. “If you don’t want to be here, then get out of here!” he hissed, his tone icy.
Flushed with anger, Katie jerked her gaze away, swallowing any comeback.
“Alright, alright.” Yolanda quickly jumped in, as if she hadn’t subtly fueled the argument, looping her arms through theirs. “Come on, let’s just watch the race, okay? No point in arguing.”
Out on the track, Elliott gripped the wheel, guiding the car with smooth, almost lazy confidence. He’d intended to take it easy, but after just one lap, it hit him—Christina was the real deal! At the very first turn, a split-second distraction sent her surging ahead, stealing the lead before he could react. He was floored. His jaw clenched, eyes wide with disbelief. So, her victory over the second-place pro…
He realized then that it hadn’t been some lucky break. He’d assumed she was a fluke newcomer, but her pure skill shattered that belief.
The realization stung—he’d made a rookie mistake of his own, letting his guard down and misjudging his opponent. All traces of playfulness vanished as he bore down, every nerve sparking with competitive focus. This was no longer just a warm-up—now it was war. By the second turn, he hunted for any chance to slip past her, analyzing every move with sharp-eyed intensity.
𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖙: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀ꞏⅽ𝗈𝗺
Finally, right before the third bend, he spotted it—a subtle, nearly invisible error in her line. A sly grin tugged at his lips. She slipped up. She’d finally given him an opening. And that was all the cue he needed. Elliott barreled into the turn, tires screaming as he pulled off a flawless drift, surging ahead in one clean, ruthless move. The instant he shot past her, a wild rush of adrenaline tore through him—intense, addictive, the kind of high he hadn’t tasted since Skybreaker retired.
To Elliott, the second-place racer was not bad, but nowhere close—leaving the second-place racer in the dust was child’s play. But this woman? She was a different story. She’d actually forced him to push his limits. No wonder she’d smoked the second-place racer. Sure, his win had never really been at risk, but for the first time in ages, this competition had actually meant something.
The exhilaration twisted inside Elliott, sharp and sweet, leaving him feeling invincible.
“Elliott pulled it off! He just passed her!”
“No way! I can’t believe how good he is—this race is nuts!”
“Holy crap! For a minute there, I thought he might choke. But let’s be real, she’s just a woman. Like she ever stood a chance.”
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