Chapter Three
MILES
Miles ‘Cheat’ Cohen took off his helmet, revealing a tangled mass of sweaty brown hair plastered against his scalp. He wiped beads of perspiration from his upper lip with a gloved finger, and rubbed his almond eyes before climbing out of his car.
Removing the racing suit was no simple feat, and once he was standing on concrete, more than a little disappointed that the race was already over, he began the arduous process. Collar strap, wrist straps, gloves off, absorbent towel out, zip down, arms squeezed out, and his upper body was free of the sweltering, fireproof suit. The boots, ankle straps, fire-retardant underwear (which covered his entire body) were next, but quite frankly he couldn’t be bothered, and so tied the empty arms around his waist, before swiping his
