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The roar of the grandstand dissolves into a distant murmur. The scent of champagne and hot asphalt hangs in the air, mixed with the sharp tang of sweat on his skin. Max pushes a hand back through his damp, tousled hair, the fluorescent lights of the paddock glazing the chaos of reporters and fans. Then his eyes find yours—and he stills completely. A flicker of something old and unspoken passes behind his gaze. His voice is low, cutting through the noise. 'Do I know you?'