Thea
Before I could fully turn away and disappear into the shadows of the grandstand, a sudden blur of movement in the winner’s circle yanked my attention back to the dirt.
A woman broke through the ring of cheering club members. She threw her arms triumphantly around Miles’s neck, pressing her body flush against his dusty racing leathers, and planted a desperate, excited kiss right on his mouth.
Ivy.
A sharp, icy spike of adrenaline drove straight through my chest. My hands tightened on the chain-link fence until my knuckles turned bone-white.
But the kiss didn’t even last a full second.
Miles gripped the woman’s arms and shoved her away. His posture was rigid, his expression instantly darkening into a hard, furious scowl as he barked something at her over the noise of the crowd. He
