Ezren turned to the others, her brows sloped up with a worried smile. “Good luck.” Bex nodded, and Grady knocked his forearm against Ezren’s. “Last one to the finish line buys me a drink.” Ezren laughed. “I like mine with a little umbrella in it.” “What a coincidence, so does Grady,” Foster said. “I’m so glad you remember my order from our last bet,” Grady returned. Foster bit back a smile
