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CHAPTER FOUR

HOW HAD HE ever lived his life without this? Matteo wondered when racing day dawned.

It made the casino look like a playground.

The noise, the crowd, the scent, just the complete buzz was made all the better for having a stake in it, Matteo thought as he made his way to the Boucher shed.

He wondered as to his reception but soon found out he needn’t have.

It was quite refreshing to have no one remotely interested in him.

Pedro was playing video games and just blocking out everyone as he did what he had to do to get himself into the zone. Abby, dressed like some man in bottle-green trousers and top, with a baseball cap on, was doing some last-minute checks on the computer. The team were working on the car and Matteo knew when to stay back.

Of course she noticed him.

Abby had been wondering all week if she’d blown her chance with an amazing sponsor. Absolutely she knew she had been giving out mixed signals the entire time they spent together.

Matteo just didn’t need to know why.

Yes, it was a relief to see him and an even bigger relief when he left without demanding an update or even a minute of anyone’s time.

Matteo and Kedah went for lunch and then placed their bets. Matteo decided to bet on the Boucher team placing. But then, as the cars all took up their positions, and just before betting closed, just for the hell of it, Matteo placed a ridiculous amount on a win.

Dubai had turned it on and as the cars took off, the roar that went up combined with the engines and there was a new love in Matteo’s life.

Motor racing.

He looked to Abby; she was lost to him for the next couple of hours, her focus on the race, and Matteo was fine with that.

He’d apologise later, he decided, glad that she had drawn the line.

He could understand now her obsession with the sport. Neck and neck took on a whole new meaning when it went for two hours and Abby never broke her focus, not once.

They were going to place, Matteo thought as he glanced at the times and the top four came into the second-last lap.

Better than that, they might hit the podium.

Pedro overtook Evan just as they came into the final lap. The Boucher team was a split second behind Lachance. Pedro was biting at Hunter’s heels though, just waiting for that chance to take him.

And then, when Hunter refused to give him that chance, Pedro made his own.

Young, brave and foolish, at the final turn he took Hunter!

The roar from the Boucher team drowned the engines, and even Abby stopped working. There was nothing she could do from here except scream her lungs out.

Pedro gunned it.

He simply took the engine that she had designed, the car that she had built, the driver that she had nurtured and the team that should lose right into the history books, and Abby just stood there screaming as Pedro took her baby home.

They had won!

Not only that, Evan had overtaken Hunter, who had struggled to right his car from Pedro’s brave manoeuvre.

The noise was deafening but all Abby could hear was silence.

She was being thumped on the back, lifted up; she was screaming but she could not feel or hear a thing.

And then she saw Matteo, right there in front of her.

For the first time today, she properly saw him. He was wearing black jeans and a black shirt. Dark, dangerous and unshaven, the only safe thing about him was that those full blood-red lips were smiling.

At her.

‘You did it,’ he said, moving that final step into her space so that his voice was all she could hear.

Matteo didn’t even get what she had done—that she had finally beaten Hunter—but right now she didn’t even care about that.

‘I’m sorry about the other night,’ he said, his eyes intent on hers.

‘I am too,’ Abby admitted, to her own surprise.

Elation enabled honesty and with those words she admitted the truth she dared not, even to herself—she was sorry that she had said no.

And then there was no space between them. They were wrapped in each other’s arms and the mouth she had wanted from the night they had met was on hers, crushing hers. Had she imagined a kiss over the years it had always been a gentle one.

This was not that.

It was consuming, blatant and very fierce and, unthinking, her mouth opened in delicious reflex. His tongue was straight in, and yet she, too, sought his, like some exotic sword fight, where both were winners as they partook in the deepest, sexiest kiss.

God, he was shameless, Abby thought. He removed her cap and his hand pressed her head further in so she could feel the skin shredding on her jaw. Then he took the energy of their kiss and didn’t just sustain it; Matteo heightened it. He was hard and pressing into her and she could feel every delicious inch. His hands were now travelling down to her bottom and pulling her into him. Yet, rather than pull back, Abby was just as on fire and as sexed up as he.

And then they remembered the rules and pulled their mouths rather than their bodies back.

‘When we win...we kiss...’ Matteo said.

She could live with that.

They were breathing so hard just staring at each other.

‘When we place, we kiss,’ he said, kissing her cheek as if it were her mouth and that made her laugh. ‘And if we lose,’ he continued, making out with her ear, ‘then we have to commiserate...’

He was still hard and still there, nudging her stomach, and there was the beautiful absence of fear, even when he pulled back and looked right into her eyes.

‘What does it feel like to win?’ Matteo asked.

‘Better than sex,’ Abby said, no longer scared to throw a flirty line.

And she expected him to laugh or to haul her closer in for more of a feel of his erection but instead he looked deeper into her eyes.

‘Then someone hasn’t been doing you right,’ Matteo said.

He intended to remedy that later tonight.