“Good.”
He was about to open the door, but she stopped him.
“What if one day, I move up to F1 and we have to race against each other?”
He shrugged. “Nico and Rocco do it. If that happens, we’ll figure it out. You can always knock me unconscious before a race, and thenyou’ll just have to contend with the other drivers. You’ve done it before. We already know you’re good at it.”
She gave him a shove as he opened the door.
He held out his arm. “After you.”
Ceci stood gazing out at the street, now dark and still. Her eyes drifted back and forth between the door frame, measuring its width.
She grabbed Clarke by the waist and pulled him alongside her.
“I think there’s room for both of us,” she said as they stepped out into the night, the sun just up ahead, balancing on the horizon and about to rise.