Maddie smiled as she stood beside her car, one hip resting lazily against the door while the night wind moved through her hair and the private airport glowed around them in long ribbons of gold, white and silver. The race had barely ended, the roads behind them still haunted by tire smoke, screaming gears and Brian's offended masculinity, but all of that violence seemed to fall away the moment Phei stepped out of the Utopia and turned toward the private jet.
He did not look anywhere else after that.
Not once.
The jet sat under the floodlights like a sleeping white beast, its polished body reflecting the runway lamps, the open hangar glass and the rows of expensive cars cooling beneath the VVIP canopy.
The doors began to unfurl slowly, descending with mechanical grace, and Phei stood beside his new car as if the entire world had narrowed to that single opening.
