**Rekindling Old Flames**

The air was thick with tension as Luna and Harris stood facing each other, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. The dust kicked up by Luna's truck still swirled around them, casting a golden glow over the scene. Harris's sports car, with its sleek design and purring engine, seemed to hum with anticipation, as if it too was waiting to see what would happen next. Luna's smile, still plastered on her face, began to feel like a thin veneer, threatening to crack under the pressure. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, a rhythmic beat that seemed to match the revving of Harris's engine. It was as if the past three years had melted away, and they were back to their old selves – adversaries in a game of wits and willpower. Harris, seeming to sense her unease, took a step closer, his eyes glinting with amusement. "So, what brings you back to Ironwood, Luna?" he asked, his voice low and husky, like a gentle caress. "I thought you'd have made a better life for yourself by now. Left this place behind." Luna's grip on her truck door tightened, her knuckles white with tension. "I'm back to help Ray," she said, her voice firm. "He's getting on in years, and I need to make sure he's okay." Harris raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Ray's still kicking, huh? I thought he'd have worn out his welcome by now." Luna's eyes flashed with anger, but she bit back a retort, not wanting to give Harris the satisfaction. Instead, she turned her attention to the garage, where Ray was watching them from the doorway, a look of concern etched on his face. "Hey, kiddo," he called out, his voice gruff but warm. "Welcome back. I've got a lot to catch you up on." Luna smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She turned back to Harris, who was still watching her with an intensity that made her skin prickle. "I think it's time for you to leave, Harris," she said, her voice firm. "I've got things to take care of." Harris's smirk faltered for a moment, and a flicker of anger danced in his eyes. But then, his face smoothed out, and he laughed, the sound low and husky. "I'll leave, but not before I make a little wager," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "I'll see you at the Ironwood Speedway, Luna. And when I do, you can bet your sweet bippy I'll be the one crossing the finish line first." With that, he turned his sports car around and sped off, leaving Luna feeling both relieved and unsettled. As she turned to head into the garage, she caught Ray's eye, and he nodded, a small smile on his face. "You're still a sparkplug, kiddo," he said, his voice low. "That Harris, he's still got it in for you. But don't you worry, I've got a plan to keep you safe." Luna raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of plan?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. Ray just chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You'll see, kiddo. Just get ready for the ride of your life." As Luna followed Ray into the garage, she couldn't shake off the feeling that Harris's challenge had awakened something deep within her. A spark had been lit, and she could feel the embers of her old self, the one she'd left behind in Ironwood, beginning to smolder. She knew that she had to be careful, that Harris was not to be underestimated. But she also knew that she couldn't back down, not now, not when she'd just returned to the place she called home. The question was, what would happen next? Would Luna be able to outrun her past, or would Harris's challenge push her to confront the demons she'd left behind? Only time would tell, but one thing was certain – Luna Aberra was back in Ironwood, and she was ready to play.