“He wanted me to tell you something.” Adriano leaned closer. “He said he’s already invested in you, Gazis. Your marriage. Your company. Your future.”
What the—
There was no time to ask questions, with his friends walking away as the lights began to count down.
The race itself was a blur.
Leonidas drove on instinct, his body and the machine moving as one, every turn and straightaway flowing together like music. He felt the track beneath him, felt the tires gripping and releasing, felt the wind resistance and the engine’s song and the thousand tiny adjustments that separated champions from also-rans.
He didn’t think about the eight years he’d lost.
He didn’t think about Lydia or the photos or any of the darkness that had almost destroyed everything.
He thought about Lexy.
About her serious dark eyes and her terrible coffee and the way she’d looked at him that first night, eighteen years old and already so certain of who she was.
About the technology she’d designed for him before she even knew she loved him.
About the way she’d thrown herself into his arms on a Monaco street and said ‘I love you’like it was the easiest thing in the world.
And as the checkered flag appeared, and he crossed the finish line in first place, he found himself thinking about God—
Ah.
A good-natured laugh slipped from Leonidas as he finally realized who it was that was responsible for all of this.
God.
The one who chose Lexy for him. The one who made him win now. And just like it was with Aivan and Adriano, God was now the most powerful investor in Leonidas and Lexy’s married life.
Thank You.
The End
Author’s Note
