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16 Zoe’d been sitting beside Christian in the Citroën for almost an hour. Breakfast of medialuna crescent rolls had been eaten while watching Ahmed lead Nikita and Drake over the car. She had a thousand things she wanted to ask Drake, about how a guy’s mind worked around women. She wanted to cry on Nikita’s shoulder that it was already over before it began. And she didn’t want to talk to anybody for fear she couldn’t hold it together. But there hadn’t been a chance for any of that before it was time for them to line up for the start. The motos and quads had started leaving shortly after sunrise. The cars were up next and they’d been in line by midmorning. They sat along the resort waterfront between the two sprawling, four-story brick buildings of the Hotel NH and Hotel NH Gran Provinci