When her crush mocks her and dares her to date his rival, a woman turns the taunt into a bold move by marrying the rival instead. Now she must navigate a new marriage built on spite, a dangerous racing world, and the fallout when her old crush refuses to let her go.
just a great driver. He was insanely good looking. His teammate groaned. Here comes another one. Cole, get ready to reject her. The teammates stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide. The corners of Cole's lips curled up. He reached out to take the bottle from me. Our fingers brushed against against each other accidentally.
His skin was warm. I pulled my hand back immediately. Thanks. He chucked, staring right at me.
You're welcome. I said. In order not to lose myself in his overwhelming rose gold aura,
I turned around to leave. Behind me, a lazy magnetic voice called out. Wait, you gave me a drink just to go back and cheer for the other guys?
I froze. The track buzzer sounded, pit stop break was over. Cole stood up for his stint, leaving his seat empty. Hey, come sit here.
I'm Marcus, what's your name? You're not from engineering, right? right? You're actually the first girl to hand Cole a drink that he actually The first? Well, thank God. At least I didn't get brutally rejected on top of
else today. Marcus showered me with questions faster than I could answer. Doesn't he get tired? I asked, pointing at Cole on the track. He had been driving for three stints straight without a swap. Cole? Man's got ridiculous stamina. He could finish a full endurance race and still run
a 5K on the track average. Marcus was exaggerating, making me laugh and melting away my awkwardness. Just the endless stamina Cole pulled into the pit. Hey Marcus, swap in for the final stint.
Marcus' face fell. Bro, I'm tired! You look pretty energetic to me running your mouth non-stop. Get out there! Cole said.
His damp hair was clinging to his forehead with sweat. He ran a hand through it casually, grabbed a towel from his seat,