Cole’s POV
Every time I pulled into the pit, she was already there.
Helmet still on my head, engine still ticking from the heat, and Dani was standing at the bay entrance with a wrench in one hand and a temperature gauge in the other, eyes locked on my bike before my boots even touched the ground. She did not ask what was wrong. She did not wait for me to explain. She just moved straight to the machine and started checking whatever she already knew needed checking.
"Rear brake felt soft on the last section," I said, pulling off my helmet.
"I know. I could hear it from the pit wall. The caliper piston is sticking." She was already on her knees, fingers working the brake assembly with the kind of speed that came from doing the same job a thousand times. "Give me four minutes."
I stood b
