Three years off the circuit, and Eleanor had entered tonight expecting, at best, a modest placement some prize money, nothing more.
That had genuinely been the whole plan.
Instead, she'd taken first. Broken the record on top of it.
The crowd's roar was deafening.
Even Julian, who couldn't have cared less about racing under normal circumstances, found himself impressed. "She's genuinely good."
"'Good'?! That's an understatement! Incredible! Unreal!" Tyler shouted, spit flying in Cassandra's direction with every syllable.
"I've decided!" He clapped both hands together, dead serious now, facing Julian and Cassandra. "Chloe Lynn is officially my idol from tonight forward."
Julian shrugged. "You haven't even seen her face yet. What if she's hideous"
"Doesn't matter, she's still my idol.
