Hardin's POV
The gloves itched my hands as I put them on in the locker room, waiting for the ride to begin.
It was at times like this that I allowed myself to reminisce on the days when car racing was the only thing I had. My father had no idea of this unhealthy habit of mine.
At times like this, I wondered what he would do if he found out. How he would throw a tantrum and threaten to disown me. How he would compare me to Darius and wish he was his son instead.
But what never happened in times like this was a girl walking into the locker room and wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
I flinched, pushing her hands off of me as I turned back to see the grinning face of Ivana.
" Did you have too much to drink? You know that only racers are allowed back here" I said to her, my voice ste
