Chapter 133:
“Would you mind if I rode with you instead?” Elliott ventured, testing his luck.
Before Christina could answer, an icy interruption cut through the moment. “That won’t be possible.”
Dylan appeared suddenly, his gaze cold as ice, with Ralphy trailing behind, a mischievous smile plastered on his face as always.
Feeling the tension spike, Elliott met Dylan’s stare and sensed a wall of hostility that he couldn’t explain.
Christina’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “What brings you here, Dylan?” Dylan’s presence could only mean he’d found out about her racing tonight. She hadn’t tried to keep her driving skills a secret, especially with all the spectators who had witnessed her performance. She just hadn’t prepared herself for running into him here.
Dylan kept his tone cool as he explained, “Ralphy mentioned your friend was racing, so I thought I’d swing by.”
Initially, Dylan had intended to step in if Christina’s friend needed help, but seeing Christina show up herself had caught him off guard. A simple “Alright,” was all Christina said in response.
Nearby, Ralphy couldn’t stop grinning, his gaze practically glued to Christina with admiration. “Miss Jones, I had no idea you could race like that! Those two matches earlier were unreal. I’m seriously a fan now!”
A flush of embarrassment crept up Christina’s cheeks. “You’re giving me too much credit.”
“Even if you hadn’t shown up, Dylan would’ve made sure your friend didn’t lose out.” Ralphy’s grin only widened.
Trying to ease the awkwardness, Christina glanced around. “Well, since everyone’s here, how about we all grab some pizza together?” Gathering in a group was already starting to attract stares from passersby.
𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝖌𝖆𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩸ⅽ𝗈𝗺
In perfect sync, Dylan and Elliott agreed. “Sounds good.”
The next second, frosty glances were exchanged between the two men, neither hiding the fact that they weren’t fans of each other.
Neither Dylan’s commanding air nor Elliott’s unshakable calm budged an inch. Their eyes locked in silent challenge, neither willing to show weakness.
The tension was thick enough to snap in an instant.
Christina tried to steer the conversation elsewhere. “So, where did you guys leave your cars?”
Both men answered at the same time, “The driver already took it home.”
That answer left Christina blinking, momentarily thrown off. They just let their drivers take the cars? Were they both really planning to walk home from here?
They didn’t seem to be lying, so Christina turned her attention to Ralphy. “Did you drive yourself tonight?”
A casual shrug from Ralphy. “Nope, I hitched a ride. Didn’t bring my car at all.”
This seating puzzle just kept getting trickier. Christina was sorting through options in her head. Her car could seat three passengers, but fitting everyone, especially with all the guys towering over six feet, was going to be a challenge. Davina’s sports car couldn’t help much, as it only had room for one passenger.
Davina chimed in just then, cutting through the dilemma. “How about this? Elliott and I will ride in Christina’s car.”
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