The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance

Just thinking about it made Rachel's heart race with excitement.

Joshua's driving skills were beyond anything Stella could have imagined.

When he said a crash could be fatal, he hadn't been joking.

Within moments, their pursuers boxed them in-cars ramming into each other, some erupting in explosions that sent fire roaring skyward.

Thanks to Joshua's remarkable reflexes and steady hands, he managed to take out most of the cars chasing them. But their enemies were out for blood, holding nothing back.

It wasn't long before Stella's car was battered nearly beyond recognition.

Joshua didn't escape unscathed either; he suffered some serious injuries in the chaos.

After they finally dealt with the last of their attackers, Stella let out a shaky breath of relief.

But in that final collision, Joshua had yanked the steering wheel hard to one side, taking the brunt of the crash himself to shield Stella.

The impact sent their car spinning through the air, flipping over several times before slamming down onto its roof.

Stella's car had been modified, its reinforced frame holding up better than most. Between that and Joshua's skill behind the wheel, she escaped with nothing but a few scrapes and bruises.

slumped in the driver's

shards of glass had sliced through his white shirt,

him.

He didn't stir.

gasoline and the acrid stench

chill shot down

car could it

she unbuckled her seatbelt and

was leaking, and flames

It was on fire.

second now, it could

Joshua's side, yanked open his door, and reached for his

had twisted the frame, jamming the buckle

how hard she pulled,

was thickening, heat

them. Sweat beaded on s brow and trickle

onto Joshua's face.

long lashes fluttered. Slowly,

surged through Stella. “Joshua! You're trapped-try to