At Full Sprint (A BBW Shifter Romance) (Last of the Shapeshifters) by A.E. Grace

all of that, too. Like judging a corner perfectly, executing a hairpin perfectly… it makes me feel good inside. But the speed? I’m addicted to that.”
    “Addicted?”
    “Yes. What are you addicted to?”
    “Nothing.”
    “You sure?”
    Circe thought about it. “New experiences.”
    “That’s why you came with me on this drive today?”
    “No, I came because it’s my job.”
    “And a new experience. You’ve never been to where we’re going, with who you’re going with, in a car quite like this one.”
    “I didn’t know about the last part when you asked me.”
    “So two out of three was enough to convince you, then.”
    Circe smiled. “Like I said, I’m on the clock.”
    “Did you keep a diary when you were young?”
    “I’m sorry?”
    Miles repeated the question, eyes remaining fixed on the road.
    “Why do you even want to know that?”
    He shrugged. “Curiosity.”
    “Curiosity killed the cat,” Circe muttered. “But yes, I did. I still do, in fact.”
    “Really?”
    “Yes.”
    “What do you write in it?”
    “Personal stuff that’s none of your business.”
    He laughed. “Okay, I can respect that. So, family?”
    “Mum and Dad.”
    “No brothers or sisters?”
    “Only child.”
    “Ah,” Miles said, nodding. He curled his lips. “Spoiled, were you?” He laughed when he saw her expression, a mixture of indignation and insult. “Just joking. But, you know, at your age, only child, with a master’s degree. It’s a generation thing.”
    “It’s not what you think, actually,” Circe replied. Her voice was calm and cool, and it only made Miles want to tease her more. “I paid for all my own tuition, working two separate jobs while I was at school. Not only that, but I supported my parents. Dad was laid off after a workplace accident, and Mum was left the sole earner as a receptionist in a medical office. I’m about as blue collar as you get.”
    Miles was impressed. “Good,” he said. “I like that.”
    “And you? You seem like you were born into privilege, with your cocky swagger and attitude.”
    He widened his eyes at her. Now there was some fire! But how wrong she was! He regretted that the truth about his upbringing was something he certainly couldn’t tell her.
    “Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “Far from it, in fact.”
    “Bullshit.”
    “Dead serious. So, did you graduate with honors?”
    “Yes, actually,” Circe said, allowing pride to influence her intonation. She put on a face of airy superiority, and grinned at him. “First-class degree.”
    “Well done. Compared to you, I’m an uneducated fool.”
    “You didn’t go to university?”
    “God, no.”
    Circe nodded, scribbling down on her pad. “Why not?”
    “The opportunity simply wasn’t there.”
    “When did you start racing?”
    “Oh, that’s ancient history.” He turned and looked at her, and their eyes met. Not for the first time he felt that familiar thump in his gut, and goose bumps popped up along the tops of his arms.
    Miles was beginning to realize that he really liked this young woman. It was more than just a physical attraction. He just had to ask it. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
    She paused before answering him, as though caught off-guard by the question. He conceded that it was quite personal. “No,” she eventually said, though her voice was a little quieter.
    “But you did?”
    “One, yes. When I was doing my master’s.”
    “Didn’t work?”
    “No,” Circe said. “He was a dickhead.”
    “How so?”
    “His attention… wavered.”
    “Ah,” Miles said, feeling a stab of sympathy for her. “I know the type.”
    “And you, Mr. Cheat Cohen? Any wife or girlfriend in your life?”
    Miles shook his head. “Nope. Nobody in my life but me.”
    “I don’t believe it,” she said through a laugh.
    “It’s true.”
    “Fine, I’ll come at it from a different point. Any husband or boyfriend in your life?”
    He met her eyes again. “Nope,” he said. “No