Ana's POV
Morris and I approached Julio, who gave Morris a look that could freeze hell over—clearly trying to put him in his place.
Julio's attention shifted to me. "If you weren't banged up, Morris wouldn't stand a chance against you."
Being my big brother and sibling to the racing legend everyone worshipped, Julio would never admit Morris could outclass his sister.
Judging by the amused look on Morris's face, I guessed he found Julio's stubborn pride more endearing than annoying.
He shot Julio a bored glance, obviously not bothering with a comeback.
I couldn't suppress my smirk.
"If I could actually drive, who knows who'd win," I said.
I wasn't just talking trash—I could definitely handle myself behind the wheel.
I angled my head toward Morris, my eyes carrying that perfect blend of teasing challenge and spoiled princess energy.
Morris's fingers found my cheek, pinching gently, his gaze swimming with affection.
