Chapter 40

Audrová POV

Through the reinforced windshield, I could see Laurel Rose in her matching vehicle, her perfectly manicured hands gripping the træerne sehari- Tension. The contrast between her current nervousness and het earlier bravado was almost amusing.

fast minutes ago, she’d cornered me in the prep area, her follywood smile replaced by something far less camera–ready. After you love today shed under dripping from every word, “stop clinging to Blake.

I’d simply adjusted my racing gloves, unable to suppress a slight smile at her theatrics. She’d continued, clearly irritated by my lack of reaction: “I’ve never seen someone so shameless. You know Blake can’t stand you, yet you keep forcing yourself into his life!

“Does he tell you that?‘ I’d asked, curious d

despite myself.

The way her eyes had narrowed told me everything I needed to know. ‘Ile doesn’t need to tell me,” she’d snapped, tossing her expertly styled hair. Since returned from Europe, we’ve spent every night together. I know exactly when he comes home!”

My smile hadn’t wavered. “Well then, Miss Rose, since you spend every night with him, why don’t you convince him to sign our divorce papers? I’d met her gaze steadily. “I look forward to attending your wedding.”

Now, The starting lights for the warm–up lap flashed red against the morning sky. Everything else faded away as I focused on the track ahead.

The lights went dark, my foot found the accelerator easily, my car shot forward like an arrow released from a bow.

Blake’s POV

The world disappeared when Audrey’s car shot past the start line. For a moment, I forgot I was supposed to be showing support for Laurel.

up, the meticulously chosen racing line from the woman who used to timidly

a

her years of experience. She was so flamboyant and

sat beside me, looking uncharacteristically serious. “We should stop this. Miss Rose clearly has no idea what she’s

right. Turning my attention to Laurel’s car, I watched her struggle through another basic turn. She’d already strayed off track three times in the

basically a pro on the track. Yet

worry creeping into his

ended conversations. “What’s wrong? Afraid you

driving,” he said quietly. “Someone that inexperienced on a professional track… this isn’t just about

to the starting grid, taking their positions for the real race. But something about Felix’s words

The lights went out.

a bow, her start perfectly timed. Laurel’s vehicle lurched awkwardly, nearly stalling before it began moving. The

completed her turst. I could hear Astrid Wilson’s distinctive voice rising above the general

something was wrong. I could feel it in the way Laurel’s car suddenly straightened on the approach to the final turn. I saw Audrey’s car slow

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inexperience and was trying to give

quite understand Audreyx actions was

wouldn’t

in thought. I saw Laurel’s car lunge

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