Before Rhett can finish, Finn is in front of me. Looping his arm around my neck and kissing me. “Miss Andrews,” he murmurs. “What the fuck are you doing?” I almost yell. “You have a quarter mile to go and you’re in third place!” “Fuck the placement. I needed to come over and do that.” He grins and kisses me again. “See you in a few, baby.”
