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“And as my girlfriend, you can talk to me. About anything. Him. Your dad. Your sister. Your mum. Music.” I stroked back her hair, my thumb rubbing against her cheekbone. “I want to know every detail in that beautiful head of yours.”
She nodded, tears in her eyes, and told me about Pedro.
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Chapter 34
Everly
MotoBike raced at a track in Melbourne that StormSprint didn’t. Nix had said multiple times that, though he missed Ciclati, he enjoyed the challenge of new tracks. Luca had arrived with the rest of MotoBike to practice, whereas Livie and Nix were coming later.
Nix wasn’t bothered about missing practice time.
But come Friday, I also realised I would need some practice. As an honorary grid girl for the weekend, I had to keep my positive reputation and having never been there… that wasn’t going to happen.
Livie and I went in for the day after they arrived late on Thursday. We wandered around, getting to grips with our surroundings. For once, she was wearing the VIP lanyard, and I was in the STAFF one. She somehow remained in work modedespite the long island iced tea in her hand, forcing me to give her and her security detail a professional tour.
She nodded with encouragement but kept her poker face mostly intact.
But it didn’t impact me anymore.
I knew what I was talking about. She asked specific questions and I explained my answers until maybe a glimpse of a smile appeared. I was the most requested tour guide.
It had nothing to do with my looks or who my father was. There were no questions about my music or how their female relative loved my songs. It was simply because… I was good at my job.
I was good at something.
We came to the balcony of VIP, just above the pit box of Nix’s new team, leaning over to spy on our men.
They were sitting on deck chairs out in the sun, leathered and chatting away.
I loved him. I’d known it that night after the boat party. I’d known it before.
“They’re so cute together,” Livie mused. “I should probably get a picture of them. We need to update the socials on their bromance.”
“Livie, you don’t work—”
“Yeah, yeah,” she said and waved a hand at me as she took the picture on her phone and sipped her drink through the metal straw. “They’re not as cute as you two are, though.” Her brows rose in a silent question. Not outright prying, but curious.
She was always curious.
“We are cute,” I agreed.
“You never thought you’d get this attached, did you?”
I glanced at her, the question unexpected.
“I didn’t, no,” I sighed. “He told me he loves me. Or he tried to.”
She nodded, leaning back on the trellis of the balcony. “Tried?”
“I told him to say it if he means it. He tried again but… I think I was scared to hear it.”
“Why?”
I inhaled deeply. “Because… because I think love has been used against me before. The concept of it.”
“Sometimes people only prove what love isn’t,” she said gently, deep in thought as she swirled her drink.
