I squeezed Kyle's hand and smiled at him. "Go beat him, babe. I still need to take you home for your birthday."
My playful, intimate tone made Eli freeze.
Kyle looked down at me with warmth in his eyes, but when he turned to Eli, his gaze turned icy. "Cut the talk. Let's race."
He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead and strode toward a modified Ferrari. Eli climbed into a McLaren.
Both engines roared to life, and the cars shot forward like arrows. My heart leaped into my throat as I watched, my palms clammy with sweat.
Kyle was blindingly fast, but Eli stayed hot on his tail. Lap after lap, they flew around the track. On the final lap, Kyle floored it. His tires screeched against the asphalt, leaving a dark arc as he hurtled across the finish line.
Eli was still a good distance behin
