Chapter Fourteen
MILES
“Let’s go out.” He looked around for his shirt, but couldn’t find it.
“Go out?” Circe echoed him, chucking his top at him. Not expecting it, he failed the catch, and the shirt wrapped itself around his face.
Circe laughed. “Cat-like reflexes, huh?”
“Damn straight,” he said through a grin. “Yeah. Let’s go for a walk.”
She made a face at him. “Now?”
Miles blinked. “What do you mean?”
“It’s like two in the morning.”
“So what?” Miles cried.
“Well, you’ve got a race tomorrow.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“It’s a bit late, don’t you think?” she asked, scratching her nose.
“Oh, don't worry,” Miles said, walking quickly over to her and wrapping her up in his arms. “I know this place like the back of my hand. And if you think about it, that’s something a driver would know ve
