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I’m understating, being cautious. I’m used to oversteering in my Shelby so I don’t lose the back end.

In this, it’s different, smoother. But it’s not mine.

My ass has been clenched this entire race.

I’ve lost a few seconds on taking that corner like a baby, so I shove my foot down on the gas.

The wind blows through my hair as their taillights get closer.

The Corvette tries to make a move on the Bugatti. I keep closing the distance. I need to stay in this race till the end.

The Bugatti hits a new level as it shoots off, leaving the Corvette behind.

I check my mirrors and crawl up behind him, at the last minute, undertaking him and slotting back into place in front of him.

“Yes!” I scream.

Excitement floods my veins. My spark for life returning. My heart pounds, but I’m smiling.

One more car to go.

Come on, Hallie. You got this.

Gripping the steering wheel tighter, we turn right; I do that easily, losing no time.

Shifting back up the gears, the car is screaming for more. I’m closing the gap quicker than I thought I could.

Dodging in and out of the traffic, the streetlights become a blur; all I can focus on is this Bugatti in front of me.

We’ve got the final corner coming up, my nemesis. Then we’re on the home stretch.

As we approach the turn, the front of my McLaren is halfway up the Bugatti.

“Come on, come on, come on,” I whisper.

Carefully, I turn the wheel to the right.

Chapter 29

CONAN

My heart is in my fucking throat.

I can hear the rumble of the engine before I even see her.

That sound, that’s my girl.

She’s in the top two.

“Come on, baby.”

I bite down on my fist, hard enough to bruise.

Then I see it. The mean headlights. My McLaren.

And in the next second, they’re gone.

Not turning. Not slowing.

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