I glanced at Sawyer who didn’t share any of the tension I felt. He looked the picture of ease as he watched the race, and when he caught my worried expression, he smiled. “Stop stressing,” he said. “Like he does many things in life, when my brother races, he starts out slow but finishes hard and fast.” “Sawyer!” Anna gasped from beside me. “That sounded way too sexual.” He shrugged. “What? I’m just saying it how it is.” I shook my head and focused back on the race, but Anna leaned in close to me. “Sounds like you and Wes should be doing more than just kissing,” she murmured, nudging me in the
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