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“Then I can enjoy the race for the race again,” he said. “I’ll always love the sport, but… There are a few more importantthings.” He hugged me tight before finishing his third beer and sighed. “Best find Zsófia.”
“Fia?”
He nodded. “Her dad invited her, but she was scared to see him after so long, so it’s a good thing I was already coming. One of her friends happens to be here too, and she didn’t want me to cramp her style.”
Her biological dad was a mechanic for one of the MotoBike teams, which is how her mum started working for my dad. Their connection was through the bike world.
But Fia hadn’t seen her dad in years. I reached for my phone.
Livie snorted. “That you would.”
He gave her a jesting glare.
“She’s here?” I asked, texting Fia because why wouldn’t she have mentioned this last night?
He nodded. “She’s already complaining about wanting to go,” he said and placed his glass on the bar. “Best get going. Want a lift?”
Livie jumped at the chance, but I stayed.
To try and find Pedro. And warn him that if I saw him in the same room as my sister, I would set Luca on him.
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Chapter 36
Everly
I couldn’t find him. I didn’t have the heart to tell Luca as we readied ourselves for our night out — already mapping out where the nearest karaoke bar was.
Even if it was just the two of us, I’d have the best time.
But my mind kept going back to Pedro. And I hated it.
He’d had enough of my life.
ButFiawas here.
“I don’t think these things are dressy,” he said, sitting on the bed in our hotel room. “Am I okay in just jeans?”
“Not just jeans,” I snapped, silently requesting that he zip up my dress. “If anyone else brushes up against your naked chest, they are in trouble, Mendes.”
“What would you do?” he asked in mock shock, kissing just above where the zip came to rest.
“I know how to punch now,” I reminded him. “I have an expert teacher.”
“In that dress?”
“It’s practically strapless, so no issue with arm movement.”
He laughed and pulled me close again, probably wrinkling the chiffon of my black dress.
I wanted my 68 nails again. But with my hand-eye coordination, that would have to wait until I could get back to my nail tech.
“I expect nothing less,” he said before getting changed.
Pulling his socks on while I reapplied my lip gloss, he said, “I feel like I want to announce our love to the whole room. To let them know it’s real.”
“It’s always felt real,” I laughed. “I think we fooled most people.”
