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CHAPTER TEN

‘YOU’RE NOT VERY good for my race preparation.’ Abby sighed as she stretched her body and tried not to give in to temptation and sleep.

They hadn’t slept, and if she did now, then she might just wake up to a call from Pedro to ask where the hell she was.

‘I’m going to ring down for coffee,’ she said, deciding caffeine was in order before facing the world. ‘Do you want one?’

‘No.’ Matteo yawned. ‘It will ruin the very long lie-in that I intend to have.’

‘How long?’ Abby groaned and pulled a face as, having briefly opened his eyes, Matteo closed them again as he spoke.

‘Well, it’s nearly five now and Kedah doesn’t get here till around midday, so about seven hours...’ he said, rubbing in just how little she had slept.

Yes, it was incredibly hard to peel herself out of bed but she did so and showered and tried to get her head into what had once been the most important day of her life.

It still was, Abby thought as she showered.

Last night made it more so but for different reasons.

By the time she came out, her coffee had arrived. Abby took it out onto the balcony and looked out to the beautiful old buildings and the sparkling Mediterranean and, yes, Monte Carlo truly was beautiful.

It matched her memories of it now.

And whatever happened from here on between herself and Matteo, she’d be okay. The last time they had awoken together it had been awkward and difficult. It wasn’t now and Abby was determined to never let it get to that again.

She did not regret last night and surely never would.

It had been a very deliberate choice that she had made.

Abby went back in and Matteo was sleeping and so she dressed in her race-day bottle-green and then headed out to face the most important day of her life.

Her working life, Abby amended.

There was more now.

The build-up to the race passed in a blur.

Pedro was locked into his video games and Bernadette was doing her own thing, catching up with friends on her phone and present but not getting in the way.

She was good to have around, Abby thought.

Matteo and Kedah arrived just after one and there was a sense of calm in the Boucher camp.

Even if they came last they’d already won.

They were more united than they had ever been. Pedro was staying on and they had two amazing races behind them.

As the starting time to the final race of the Henley Cup approached, Pedro came out in his leather and he looked determined rather than tense. Bernadette gave Pedro a kiss for luck and everyone else wished him well but then it was just him and Abby for that last little talk before he took his place.

This time Pedro’s teeth weren’t chattering with nerves and there was no need to talk him down. Still, Abby carried on with what she had planned to say, that it was the taking part that counted and to remember how far they’d come. The Henley Cup would be the icing on the cake, she told Pedro.

‘You always eat the icing first.’ Pedro grinned as he put on his helmet.

‘Okay, I lied,’ Abby admitted and gave up on her losers-are-still-winners approach. ‘Bring it home.’

It was a spectacular race. How could it not be? The scenery was straight from a travel brochure, the weather perfect and the car that Abby loved so took off like a bullet from the chamber and left half the field behind.

They were off.

Matteo juggled cola and binoculars as the cars took to the gorgeous hilly streets and then later wished that he hadn’t had so much cola because, with only five laps to go, and the top five a close pack at that, he had to excuse himself, leaving Pedro in fourth.

Matteo returned to Kedah’s side to be told that Pedro was now third.

The Lachance team and Hunter were first, the Carter team with Evan at the helm in close second.

Matteo glanced over to Abby and saw her concentration as she spoke into her mouthpiece.

Not a stolen glance between them.

And he loved that about her—her drive, her focus—and so he got back to watching the race but, as he did, something happened.

Not on the track.

Well, yes, something happened on the track, because Pedro overtook Evan but, as he did so, hope overtook fear for Matteo.

Just this quiet second in a noisy world where Matteo lost the dread that he never showed, or rather, his fears that he had shown only to one other—Abby.

And if Pedro won, he was going to do it, Matteo told himself.

He was going to somehow put everything right.

‘Come on,’ Matteo shouted and it felt like Pedro must have heard because, just past the final bend, Pedro not just overtook Hunter, he almost blew him off the track.

‘Bring her home!’ Matteo shouted and, yes, now even he was talking about the car as if it were a person.

She won!

It was delicious; it was chaos.

As Hunter tried to right the car, Evan screamed past and the Carter team took second place.

There was music and champagne and the cup held high and it was all just a gorgeous blur until it was time for the press conference.

Abby was trying to locate Pedro and found him talking with one of the organisers and so Hunter and Evan had already taken their places as the victor walked in to applause.

Abby stood to the side and Matteo, in the middle of the room, looked at her unreadable expression and wondered what was going on in her mind as the questions commenced.

‘Congratulations to Pedro,’ Hunter said. ‘He’s an amazing talent. Without him...’

Hunter looked directly at Abby and tried to tell her she was nothing, that were it not for their driver...

And Matteo watched as...no, she didn’t struggle to breathe, and neither did she mouth an obscenity, or do any one of the things that she would be more than entitled to do.

There was more in her armoury than that.

Abby smiled.

For one reason only—she was happy.

And if looks could kill, then a well-timed smile could maim, because after the press conference, to Matteo’s relief, Hunter’s jet took off a lot faster than the Lachance car and finally there was this little moment when it was just Matteo and her.

‘You beat him,’ Matteo said.

‘No.’ Abby shook her head. ‘We won.’

She wanted to better explain the change in her, the changes to her heart that he had helped make—to say that, even if there was no future for them, she would treasure the past for ever, but there wasn’t time to do that now.

‘Hey, Matteo...’ Pedro shouted over. ‘How about it?’

‘How about what?’

‘I just got permission, before they take the barriers down. Do you want that ride now?’

‘Matteo has to head off,’ Abby said, covering for him, as she knew that the very thought of a ride in a racing car made him feel ill, but then, as always, Matteo surprised her.

‘I’d love to, Pedro.’

Matteo suited up and the face that disappeared into the helmet was grey but this was something he wanted—no, needed—to do.

Abby watched as he came out of the shed and her eyes drifted over his leather-clad body just as his had over hers that first day.

‘Is it wrong to say just how much I fancy you now?’ Abby asked.

‘You’re not doing it for me, Abby,’ Matteo said and blew out a breath.

‘You don’t have to do this.’

‘Oh, but I think that I do.’

He climbed in and took his seat and pulled down the harness and then Pedro did something—he came over and carefully checked Matteo’s helmet and harness before getting in himself.

And therein was the difference.

Pedro was nothing like Matteo’s father.

Pedro was an expert.

He trained for this, slept for this; every morsel that passed his lips was to better himself for this and Pedro kept to the rules.

And so, too, could Matteo.

Matteo wasn’t his father either.

All those thoughts buzzed louder than the engine as Matteo found out firsthand just how fit you had to be to deal with the G-force and heat and demands on the body as the vehicle cornered, as well as that Pedro had to focus.

Yes, it was terrifying but exhilarating and it was one of the best experiences of Matteo’s life, and as he climbed out it was to a world that looked different.

‘I feel like I’ve laid a ghost to rest,’ he admitted to Abby as he took off his helmet.

Abby nodded.

Last night, so, too, had she.