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Chapter 57
Maverick's Point of View
She was fast. Impressively so. Alvara's smiles grew inch for inch the more we drove the route. She was learning. Adapting. Every so often she would glance behind her at me. Those bedroom eyes would show and I would nearly collide with the side. I stayed behind her, just in case something happened. But nothing did. Her corners were tight, never spinning out into the tires alongside the walls. Unlike Teagan.
Harland had his hands full with her. Between her whoops and snarky remarks at her mate, Harland all but floored it to the finish line. Determination came running down his face in the form of sweat. Whether he intended to beat her to the finish line or not wasn't the question. The real question was, how did he make it out alive afterwards?
"Last round!" The speakers crackled the kiosk worker's voice.
Alvara seemed to take this as a personal challenge. Ducking her head down, she stepped down on the pe
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