Page 11 of Racer

She arched a brow, tapping a wrench against her palm. “Only the ones dumb enough to nearly fishtail into the pit wall to show off.”

“Wasn’t showing off,” I said, smirking. “Was proving a point.”

“What point? That you have a death wish and no traction control?”

I stifled a laugh and leaned in slightly, lowering my voice. “You always this mouthy, or am I just special?”

Her cheeks flushed. A hint of pink across that sun-kissed skin. My grin deepened.

She lifted her chin, refusing to back down. “If you’re going to drive like a maniac, at least try not to wreck anything important.”

“Define important,” I murmured, letting my gaze drop to her mouth.

She caught it, and her breath hitched. Not much. Just enough for a trained eye like mine to spot. She was affected. She just didn’t want to be.

Cute.

Sexy.

Fucking dangerous.

Before I could push for more, I heard Kane’s voice behind me. “Racer, you settling in okay?”

I turned to see him striding up, casual and unreadable. The girl beside me shifted instantly, her face softening as she lit up with a smile.

“Kane.” She threw her arms around his neck, and he hugged her back tightly.

Something primal and ugly surged inside me.

Mine.

I didn’t know what their connection was, but if Kane didn’t get his hands off her, I was going to break every bone in his body.

Then Kane pulled back and kissed the top of her head.

It took everything in me not to start by knocking out his teeth.

“You been keepin’ the guys in line?” he asked in a teasing tone.

“Trying,” she said with a smirk. “Some of them are idiots.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” he replied, then turned to me. “You met Emily yet?”

Emily. It was a beautiful name. And it fit her.

“No,” I said, winking at her.

“One of my best mechanics.”

Mechanic.

The conversation we’d had back at the Iron Rogues clubhouse came screaming back to me, and my stomach dropped. She was the mechanic he mentioned. The one who was his Road Captain’s sister. A Redline King. Which meant that there could potentially be a big fucking obstacle between us.

“Em, meet Racer.”

Emily turned to me again, her eyes narrowing. “This your new golden boy?”

Kane nodded. “One of the best.”

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