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    “Alright then. I’ll wait here. You go ask him,” Christina said, leaning casually against her car, helmet still in hand. She looked effortlessly cool, like she belonged on a billboard.

    “You got it!” Ralphy gave her a quick OK sign and then jogged toward the spectator seats.

    “Why’s only Ralphying back?” Chloe asked, frowning. “Why’s Christina still down there on the track?”

    “Wait… is she about to race Elliott?” Davina teased, raising an eyebrow and throwing a sly look in Elliott’s direction.

    Her words—and that smirk—instantly wiped the smiles off two men’s faces.

    Ralphy noticed Davina watching Elliott with full attention. A pang of envy hit him unexpectedly, and the grin on his face disappeared, leaving him looking troubled.

    Dn felt simrly unsettled, his expression darkening just like Ralphy’s. Christina looked excited, almost as if she were ready to jump in for another race. Could she really be thinking of racing Elliott?

    Elliott, who usually maintained his cool demeanor, let a small grin slip. “If Christina wants to go up against me, I’d actually enjoy that.”

    Ralphy wasted no time stepping between Davina and Elliott, his disapproval clear. “You’re getting the wrong idea. She’s not interested in racing you.”

    Curiosity got the better of Davina. “So why is Christina still out there?” she asked, nudging Ralphy aside with a faint frown. “You’re blocking my view.”

    Frustration crept into Ralphy’s voice, but he couldn’t bring himself to be upset with her. Letting out a long breath, he tried to calm down before giving a quick exnation. “Christina told me to let Dn know that if he has nothing else to do, she wants to race him.”

    Elliott felt a flicker of disappointment at that, while Dn instantly straightened with obvious pride, making a point of walking past Elliott again and again as if to boast.

    “Ah, I see,” Davina replied. “I’d honestly love to watch them race, but I think Christina’s got it in the bag.”

    Confidence in Christina’s talent was something Davina had in abundance, especially since Christina sat at the top of the world racing rankings. She couldn’t imagine anyone outpacing her—at least, not yet.

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    Ralphy leaned in with a grin. “Want to make a bet?”

    Excitement lit Davina’s eyes at the thought of another opportunity to make some money. “What are we betting on?”

    The deal came quickly. “If Christina wins, I’ll take you out for dinner. But if Dn wins, you owe me a meal.” There was a yful n behind Ralphy’s words. Either way, he figured they’d end up sharing a meal, and that sounded just fine to him.

    “That’s all?” Davina’s disappointment was clear. This wasn’t the grand prize she had in mind—just dinner.

    Ralphy’s chest tightened at her reaction, and he asked with a hint of wounded pride, “Does sharing a meal mean so little to you? A dinner at Morfort Restaurant doesn’t exactlye cheap, you know…”

    Davina gave in with a soft sigh when she caught the hopeful look in his eyes.

    “Alright, I’ll go along with it, but…”

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