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The paddock was a symphony of controlled chaos—the scent of high-octane fuel, the scream of pneumatic guns, and the electric tension of an upcoming race. Amidst the grime and grease, Kenzie Lauda looked like a vision of serenity. At twenty, she navigated the crowd in a light summer dress, her loose hair dancing in the wind and sunglasses obscuring her eyes, effectively masking her kinship to Niki. James Hunt, twenty-nine and carrying the fresh weight of a divorce, stopped mid-stride. He didn't know who she was, only that she was an anomaly in this world of steel and speed. His rivalry with Niki was the fuel for his fire, but this mysterious woman was a new kind of distraction. He stepped forward, cutting through the noise to close the gap between them.