In the pit, Jason was in his element.
He stood beside his car, running his hands over the smooth red surface. The vehicle was a work of art, sleek and powerful, its design a perfect blend of aerodynamics and raw engineering. It was a weapon built for one thing and one thing only: speed.
A technician approached him, holding a tablet. "Physical exam is done. Medical team gave you the all-clear. You're good to go."
Jason let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. His shoulders dropped and his jaw unclenched.
"Thank God," he muttered. "I was so worried."
He had been worried. After spending time with Dominique, he'd eaten way too much pizza and skipped way too many exercise days. The moment he realized, he had panicked. He had come early, fixed his diet and trained hard. It had paid off.
He was ready.
"Look who's here."
The voice came from behind him, smooth and mocking, dripping with false friendliness. Jason turned.
