Page 88 of The Match


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I start driving back to my apartment, still having Luke on the phone, but through the hands-free system.

We talk about the upcoming race weekend, which can be a monumental moment in his career.

I tell Luke that I haven’t said anything sooner because of the race. I want him to be on top of his game, ready to bring home that title.

“I’m always on top of my game. You really need to start thinking more of yourself, Bennet.”

Sometimes the Hastings siblings are very similar, like right now.

With Luke telling me how I should put myself first sometimes, too.

Lily has been telling me the same thing, pushing me to just do.

Do the things I want to.

Don’t worry too much about what others will think.

Having Luke say the same thing means a lot, knowing I have his back.

“I’m excited for this weekend. We’ll land on Thursday morning.”

I’m already pushing it, going to Las Vegas when we’re in the middle of the season, but luckily, the timing is good.

We have the weekend off, and as long as I’m back by Sunday night, it’s all good.

Thankfully, the Las Vegas race is the only one taking place on a Saturday, which is perfect for me.

This time, we’re flying private, which also saves us a lot of time.

“Yeah. It will be good to have you all here.” Luke and Lily’s parents are also coming to the race, all of us anticipating the win.

I’m sure Luke is feeling the nerves ahead of the weekend, but I’m also confident he’ll triumph in this.

If something goes wrong, he will have another chance at the next race.

When we end the call, I’ve reached my parking spot at my condo.

I lean back in my seat, exhaling a long breath.

Now he knows, and he’s okay with it.

Hell, he’s had his suspicions, waiting for this.

It feels like a burden has been lifted from my shoulders.

I lock my car and go straight to her apartment.

I don’t bother knocking, knowing she never locks her door during the day.

When I enter her apartment, Lily casts me a look from the kitchen, where she’s preparing a cup of tea.

“I’m making tea, would you like—”

She doesn’t get the chance to finish her question as I drag her against me, slamming my lips down on hers.

She’s surprised by my hunger but kisses me back.

When we break apart, she gives me a dazzling smile.