Chapter Fifteen
CIRCE
“Miles, do you mind if I watch the race from the stands this time?”
He grinned at her. “Want the air-conditioning, huh?”
Circe nodded. At nearly forty-five degrees Celsius, and eighty-percent humidity, she was going to spend as little time outdoors during the day as possible. It was simply too unpleasant: Never-ending sweat, constant thirst, and that special kind of unmatched discomfort of having damp clothing on… soaked with perspiration.
The pit garage would have fans and air-conditioning, but since it was open on one side, it would still be hot. Coupled with all the crew, the testing, the machinery… yeah, that would be unpleasant, and Circe definitely wasn’t in the mood for smelling the body odor of two-dozen men in close quarters.
“No problem. I’ll drive you
