“Romeo and I were racing,” she said. “I crushed him, of course. Oh! And we practiced some moves. Look what I can do.” She wheeled back onto her back tires, a huge smile on her face. But I was on the verge of a fucking heart attack. Images of her losing balance and crashing to the ground flashed before my eyes. “Stop that,” I growled, running to her side and forcing her back on four wheels. She stared up at me with an adorable pout. “It’s too dangerous. You’re going to hurt yourself.” “But I looked good, right?” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “You always look good, tesoro,” I muttered.
