Dom had finally gotten his car exactly where he wanted it. Even with the spin Letty had taken it for, chasing down that idiot who'd hotwired her car, it was good. The woman knew how to handle a machine like this, almost as well as he did. Hell, she'd rebuilt half of it while he'd been who the hell knew where, Dominican, Panama, all over the place. It was past time to get her out on the track. He hadn't had her out since the day they'd found that kid of theirs, racing up behind them. That had been... read more
