No one paid attention to the murmuring crowd. Everyone from the DX Racing Club members to Mark Temple himself, had their eyes glued to the two figures approaching.
Bonnie met Mark's gaze. She'd already had her assistant gather basic information about him before coming, and now she arched an eyebrow. "Mark Temple, right? How do you want to race?"
Mark's eyes lingered on her face, flickering briefly before he let out a mocking laugh. "How do I want to race?"
The tone in her voice suggested that no matter what he proposed, she'd take him on without hesitation.
"Three laps. First one to the finish line wins. You good with that?" He paused, looking her up and down with deliberate disdain. "Or maybe I should ask if you even can drive. Don't get yourself killed out there, our club's not rich enough to pay for your funeral."
