I only made it halfway home before a swarm of unwanted thoughts buzzed through my head again. I drove because it calmed me; I raced because it exhilarated me in a way no drug could touch. Racing made me feel in control. Alive. Tonight, I’d needed that more than most nights. Yes, I’d wanted to teach Clive a lesson, but I’d also wanted to forget about my kiss with Scarlett. For fifteen glorious minutes, I had. But now that Clive was gone and the race was behind me, my thoughts returned to where they always went. Back to her. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.
