Chapter 39
Nix
Three months later
Livid was finishing talking to the group of fifty-three girls when she caught my eye from the small platform. She glanced down at her watchmidsentencein question.
I shrugged. We were in no hurry. I could listen to her for days.
It didn’t matter if we were a little late. What were they going to do, start without me?
Fat chance.
And she hardly needed any time to get ready. She was perfect as she was.
So she rolled her eyes, shrugged back, and groaned dramatically, “Boys.”
All of the girls giggled. Some turned and raised their eyebrows at me. One even poked out their tongue. I laughed along, enjoying just how bloody adorable they all were.
I couldn’t wait for her to gang up on me with our own little girl.
We’d been labelled a ‘power couple’, which had made her cringe, wrinkling that adorable button nose.
But she was powerful. She’d struggled, she’d wobbled, she’d tripped, steadied herself and now she was on the climb. A serious fucking climb.LivieQuinn was unstoppable.
There were still bad days.
Days when she needed me and days when she didn’t.
But she got out of bed. She slept every night. She ate three meals a day. She sang in the car again. She posted on social media. She wasn’t scared of the apps on her phone.
It took time, but we had that. We had an eternity.
And now, she was talking to the group of girls who were a part of theArmasWomen’s Racing League. I’d invited them all to the first race of the season forStormSprintyesterday, and they had tickets to the awards ceremony tonight, where they were getting a mention for being the most determined future racers. We’d filled today with time at the track and a couple of workshops back at our hotel this afternoon. Livid had given a small speech after mine introducing her job and the other jobs that they could aspire to have in the racing world.
Last year, they’d been in awe at the sight of me. Now, they couldn’t care less. She was the one they wanted to see and hear from.
Her presentation had ended half an hour ago. But the questions the little kids had just kept on coming.
Luca’svoice interrupted the show she put on. “God, these kids are going to eat me alive.”
I laughed once, not taking my eyes off my future wife.
Lucawas going to be helping me withArmasWomen’s Racing League this year. He’d been a maniac on the track yesterday, nearly taking out a couple of bikes but managed to get third place. Though that would have made last season’sLucaecstatic, he had been in quite the mood since he unveiled the new name of the French circuit on Saturday. It was now named afterAlv, his cousin.
The speech hadn’t been received particularly well and… well, their new publicist was noLivie.
“We’ve got to go,”Lucasaid, jerking his head at the clock above my head.
This room had been where they held the press conference afterAlv’saccident. The atmosphere here was electric, a quiet buzz in the room. Of excitement this time.
Not the tension I’d felt a year ago.
Looking back down, I noticedCris’ daughter, Everly, next toLuca. She had her makeup done and her hair in a fancyupdoof twists, ready for the awards ceremony.
“Sooner rather than later,” she joined in.
“She’s in her element,” I argued and gestured towards the platform.
