"So there I was," Brad leaned forward, his voice dropping for dramatic effect, "dead last after that nightmare pit stop. My team was screaming in my ear about dropping tire pressure, and I was two laps behind with only fifteen to go."
Adin's mouth fell open in shock. "What did you do?"
Brad's heart melted at the rapt attention from these kids, Amelia's kids. Their wide eyes were fixed on him as if he were unveiling the secrets of the universe itself.
"I did what any good racer does when the rulebook fails," Brad said with a grin. "I threw it out the window."
The hospital room felt warmer than it had since Brad's accident. It was not the rush of adrenaline that came from racing at breakneck speeds, but something cozier, like that first perfect sip of coffee in the morning that just hits right.
Henry snorted from his spot by the window. "Threw it out? You practically set it on fire. I thought the team director was going to pass out when you radioed in about Plan X."
