Ember’s heart raced. She crouched low, eyes fixed on the first obstacle. Behind her, Flint grinned with anticipation as he watched the starter raise his pistol to the sky. Beside her, Woody stared side-eyed at her sports-bra-squeezed cleavage. The annual Midnight Mud Race was about to begin. … Talking Flint and Woody into joining the race was easy for Ember. They both flirted with her regularly, and she flirted back, but...