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Kelsey tugged the hat down against the speed-generated wind and hated herself for it. Hated that she hated Christmas. Hated that she still didn’t know how to be nice to Jason when he’d been nothing but nice to her. Wearing his stupid matching hat was the first concession she’d managed.
He looked over and grinned at her as he turned left onto the Carretera Transversal to cross the island.
“So, tell me why you’re irrational about Christmas?” He shouted over the wind noise. The electric MRZR itself was quiet, but there was roaring wind and the tire noise as they raced the 9.3 miles across the island in a vehicle with no windshield. The wide two-lane road ran straight as an arrow between two uninterrupted walls of green—their headlights well-focused on the road ahead so that they’d be har
