KAI I hate Knox Vale.There. I said it. And before anyone asks, yes, I have reasons. Very good reasons, actually. Knox Vale is arrogant, annoying, smug, loud, unnecessarily attractive—Okay. Scratch that last one. That wasn't important.The point is, I hate him. I've hated him for years. At least, that's the story I've been telling everyone, including myself.I glanced at the clock on my laptop and groaned. 11:47 p.m. I had been staring at the same line of telemetry data for nearly twenty minutes, which was impressive, considering I was supposed to be analyzing braking patterns, not contemplating homicide. I rubbed my eyes and leaned closer to the screen. Lap fourteen, Turn Seven. Brake pressure dropped by 3.8 percent. Again.There. I highlighted the section."You're doing it again."The voice came from behind me, and I froze. I knew that voice. Unfortunately.I turned slowly. Ethan stood in the doorway of the living room, arms crossed, wearing the same black T-shirt he'd worn earlie
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