CHAPTER 27
AS BLAKE GOT into the car for his final stint, the team lay in sixth. Two Audis, a Peugeot, a Nissan, and Marianne’s sugar daddy were ahead of them.
“The Audis and the Peugeot, now that’s to be expected,” said Brandon, who had dark circles under his eyes but claimed he couldn’t sleep. “I’m not even upset about the Nissan. But the arsehole in the Porsche? That stings.”
Blake must have been having the same thought. As the lap counter ticked up, he was getting closer and closer to the car in front.
Lexi jumped up and down every time the pair crossed the line, shouting for her brother to drive faster. She was certainly making her bra work hard—every time she bounced, the pit lane came to a standstill. Nor had she escaped the notice of the cameraman hovering outside—the whole wor
