Riley POV
Race day in Luca’s house was apparently treated like a national holiday.
I discovered this at exactly eight in the morning when the twins burst into my room wearing matching team shirts and carrying three flags.
“Get up!” Leo shouted.
“The race starts soon!” Max added.
I opened one eye.
“It is eight in the morning.”
“That is not soon,” Leo said. “That is almost late.”
I pulled the blanket over my head.
“Go away.”
The blanket was immediately dragged off me.
I gasped and sat up.
“Did you two just remove my blanket?”
“We have a schedule,” Max said seriously.
“A very important schedule,” Leo added.
I stared at both of them.
They looked far too excited for children who had spent the previous evening tying fishing line across the hallway so I would trip.
Luckily, I had
