CHAPTER FIFTEEN
WARWICKE AND FABIANA were in a drag race down the final straightaway in the Indianapolis 300, their cars almost perfectly aligned to cross the finish at exactly the same time.
He’d put in his best time ever for the race but still she stayed glued to him, effortlessly. The checkered flag hung limp and waiting ahead of them, and the crowd, which had been boisterous and energized throughout the race, now sat in complete silence, waiting and watching.
They drove on for several minutes, the checkered flag never coming any closer.
He pressed harder on the gas pedal but it didn’t move. It was already plastered onto the vibrating floorboard of the ninety car...he was at top speed. He looked over and Fabiana was turned toward him, only her beautiful brown eyes visible through th
