#Chapter 160: The Pit Crew

Ella My eyes followed Logan as he wandered around his humming race car. It was a sleek black model with dark red stripes along the sides to match his suit, and the number ‘six’ painted in white on the hood. I stood off to the side, watching, still in shock from everything. Suddenly, a shadow towered over me, and I turned to see the man from earlier in his orange coveralls. He was wiping his hands on a rag, eyeing me with a sort of appraisal that made me shift uncomfortably. “Who’s the newbie?” he grunted at Logan, nodding in my direction. “Ah, Ella, meet Miles. Miles, Ella,” Logan said. “She’s my… fiancee.” Fiancee. I knew it was all fake in our world, but I guess I never thought that we’d have to keep the ruse up here. Although, this was Logan’s world. And now, it seemed like it might just become mine. Miles extended a grease-stained hand, which I shook tentatively. His grip was firm, his hands rough with callouses from hard labor, but his hand was warm and oddly com