“We’ll talk,” Frankie promises. “But know I’m okay. I’m really okay.”
Rocco clears his throat. “I’ll go too. I just wanted to tell you I am so sorry. About everything. About more than you even know. I had no idea about any of this, but I still feel like I should officially resign because of it so—”
“Do you want to go?” Frankie asks him. “Because you can’t work with me?”
“No. I don’t want to go. Not anymore,” Rocco says and wrings his hands a moment. “I was a fool.”
“Yeah, well, you’re also an incredible engineer with great instincts,” Frankie replies. “And now we need a sporting director because your dad is so fired. So stick around. I think we can accomplish great things together.”
Rocco is stunned, but he nods.
“Antonio, obviously, will not be racing for us next year. Lucia will,” Frankie explains. “Along with Billy, if he’ll stay.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise.
She smiles. “Good. Because I love you too.”
My heart beats harder, thumping against my sternum like I’ve never felt before. Up until this moment, I thought the biggest adrenaline rush in the world was taking a turn on a racetrack at three hundred and seventy-three kilometers an hour. Now I know it’s having the woman you love tell you she loves you back.
