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    Davina slipped an arm around Eloise’s shoulder, radiating confidence. “You’ll ride with meter. I’ve got you.”


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    Eventually, Robin and Ralphy slowed their jet skis and climbed off, the heat of the chase finally cooling.


    “Tell me, do you still view me as a creep?” Ralphy asked, staring coldly at Robin.


    Robin had learned his lesson the hard way. He wasn’t about to provoke Ralphy again. He shook his head quickly. “Not at all.”


    “Now you’re talking!” Ralphy said, satisfied with Robin’s response.


    Robin let out a huff and walked over to Christina.


    Elliott and Dn had been watching Robin’s every move with sharp eyes. As he approached, they appeared behind Christina, standing like silent sentinels, their stares icy and unweing.


    Robin met their eyes for a second before brushing them off entirely. “How about a jet ski race? Best two out of three?” he proposed to Christina, his eyes sparkling with challenge.


    “Sure,” Christina agreed without hesitation.


    “I’ll be the referee!” Chloe called out, shooting her hand into the air enthusiastically.


    Soon, the racers were in position.


    Robin and Christina perched on their jet skis, fingers ready on the throttles, waiting for the signal.


    “Ready? Go!” At Chloe’s shout, both engines roared, and the jet skis shot forward like rockets.


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    Ahead, a series of obstacles bobbed on the water, marking the course. Waves crashed around them like tumbling clouds, and the thunder of engines blended with the cheers from the shore, heightening the adrenaline of the race. Christina tore through the water with fearless grace, maneuvering with sharp precision that was nothing short of electrifying.


    The spectators on the shore held their breath, wide-eyed, glued to the action ying out in front of them.


    Dn’s gaze followed Christina’s every move. Beneath the concern in his eyesy something deeper—admiration. Christina never ceased to amaze him. It seemed there was nothing she couldn’t do. She was extraordinary. And the thought of her repeating the heartbreak of the past made his chest ache. Brendon was not worthy of Christina. Dn knew it in his bones. No matter what it took, he swore to himself—he’d never let her go back to Brendon. His eyes darkened, his resolve hardening like iron.


    After three straight rounds, Robin stepped off the jet ski, a stormy look clouding his face. He muttered, “We agreed on best two out of three, and yet you just had to push through all three rounds. Well, there you have it! I lost every single one.”


    His face burned with humiliation. He’d already dropped the first two rounds and had wanted to back out, but Christina had insisted they finish all three.


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