Dani’s POV
I woke up on the workbench with Cole's leather jacket draped over my shoulders and no memory of falling asleep.
The jacket smelled like him. Road dust, engine oil, and that faint trace of cedar from the soap he used. I sat up slowly, pressing the worn leather against my face for just one stupid, selfish second before folding it neatly and setting it on the bench. My heart ached in that familiar, tired way, but I did not have time to sit around feeling sorry for myself. The second qualifying stage started in two hours, and this course was going to be brutal.
"This track is twelve miles longer than yesterday," Hank said as we stood in front of the route map pinned to the pit wall. He traced the line with his finger, tapping each turn and elevation change. "More hills, more grav
