pointing at the grid. “The cars are lining up. It’s not going to be long now.”
The rumble of the engines were so intense, I could feel it vibrate through the floor.
I could feel the excitement building in Jack as he gripped my hand.
With a tremendous roar, the cars sped away from the start line. I held my breath as a couple of them almost collided at the first corner, and then they were gone around the first bend, and we turned our attention to the large screens in the executive lounge, so we could see the whole circuit.
“Good start,” Jack said. “No one went off at the first corner.”
I couldn’t help but notice Carlos Dalton was out in the lead, steadily pulling away from the rest of the pack. I’m sure that wasn’t what Jack had hoped for.
After ten laps, Carlos’ lead was increasing.
Jack told me Monaco was one of the hardest circuits to overtake on, so there wasn’t much action, although the pit stops were interesting to watch.
The pit crews managed to change the car’s tires in less than three seconds during the race.
I could feel Jack buzzing with energy beside me. He was loving every minute of it, even though slimy Carlos was in the lead.
I was so glad we had come to the race. It had given me a picture of who Jack used to be before his accident. And God help me, I’d fallen for him even harder.
10
Despite the unpleasantness from earlier, we left the race circuit on a high. Jack was still buzzing with energy from the race. He couldn’t stop smiling as we walked away from the grid, following the crowds of people to the exit.
A few people stopped Jack for autographs, but no one caused any trouble. After he’d signed a T-shirt for a little boy with the cutest freckles, who was missing his two front teeth, Jack looped an arm around my shoulders. “You know, you were right about coming today,” he said. “I enjoyed it.”
Those words should have filled me with happiness, but for some unknown reason, I felt nervous.
After all that stuff with the paparazzi, I was still berating myself. I shouldn’t have encouraged Jack to walk so far. We could have waited for the driver to get closer to the circuit where we would have gone straight into the designated VIP entrance. There would have been security there, and we wouldn’t have had a problem with the photographers.
The smile slid from Jack’s face to be replaced by a scowl. He tenderly put a finger to my jaw and tilted my head up, searching my face for any bruises. I’d already looked in the mirror earlier and surprisingly the paparazzo’s elbow hadn’t really done much damage, although my lower lip was a little swollen. I looked like I’d had lip implants or collagen injections just like Jack’s ex-girlfriend, Joanna. But apart from a slightly swollen lip, there was no bruising yet. That would probably show up tomorrow. Great . That was something to look forward to.
“He’s lucky he didn’t split your lip,” Jack said, his eyes burning with fury.
I shrugged. “It could have been worse, and it was an accident.”
The guy hadn’t seen me reaching for the crutches just behind me and his elbow caught me off guard. That didn’t mean I wasn’t still pissed at him though.
“I shouldn’t have put myself in that position. I should have realized things were getting out of hand.”
“I’m sorry,” Jack said.
I shook my head. “It’s not your fault. Do you think he’ll go to the police? You won’t get into any trouble for hitting him, will you?
I couldn’t help noticing that Jack’s fists clenched at his sides.
“Probably,” he said. “No doubt I will have to instruct my lawyers to pay him off.”
I frowned. Did that mean it had happened before?
“Let’s not talk about him,” Jack said. “Tell me what you thought about your first Grand Prix?”
“Pretty impressive,” I said with a grin. And that was an understatement. There had been people here today from all walks of life, from the ultra rich,
The rumble of the engines were so intense, I could feel it vibrate through the floor.
I could feel the excitement building in Jack as he gripped my hand.
With a tremendous roar, the cars sped away from the start line. I held my breath as a couple of them almost collided at the first corner, and then they were gone around the first bend, and we turned our attention to the large screens in the executive lounge, so we could see the whole circuit.
“Good start,” Jack said. “No one went off at the first corner.”
I couldn’t help but notice Carlos Dalton was out in the lead, steadily pulling away from the rest of the pack. I’m sure that wasn’t what Jack had hoped for.
After ten laps, Carlos’ lead was increasing.
Jack told me Monaco was one of the hardest circuits to overtake on, so there wasn’t much action, although the pit stops were interesting to watch.
The pit crews managed to change the car’s tires in less than three seconds during the race.
I could feel Jack buzzing with energy beside me. He was loving every minute of it, even though slimy Carlos was in the lead.
I was so glad we had come to the race. It had given me a picture of who Jack used to be before his accident. And God help me, I’d fallen for him even harder.
10
Despite the unpleasantness from earlier, we left the race circuit on a high. Jack was still buzzing with energy from the race. He couldn’t stop smiling as we walked away from the grid, following the crowds of people to the exit.
A few people stopped Jack for autographs, but no one caused any trouble. After he’d signed a T-shirt for a little boy with the cutest freckles, who was missing his two front teeth, Jack looped an arm around my shoulders. “You know, you were right about coming today,” he said. “I enjoyed it.”
Those words should have filled me with happiness, but for some unknown reason, I felt nervous.
After all that stuff with the paparazzi, I was still berating myself. I shouldn’t have encouraged Jack to walk so far. We could have waited for the driver to get closer to the circuit where we would have gone straight into the designated VIP entrance. There would have been security there, and we wouldn’t have had a problem with the photographers.
The smile slid from Jack’s face to be replaced by a scowl. He tenderly put a finger to my jaw and tilted my head up, searching my face for any bruises. I’d already looked in the mirror earlier and surprisingly the paparazzo’s elbow hadn’t really done much damage, although my lower lip was a little swollen. I looked like I’d had lip implants or collagen injections just like Jack’s ex-girlfriend, Joanna. But apart from a slightly swollen lip, there was no bruising yet. That would probably show up tomorrow. Great . That was something to look forward to.
“He’s lucky he didn’t split your lip,” Jack said, his eyes burning with fury.
I shrugged. “It could have been worse, and it was an accident.”
The guy hadn’t seen me reaching for the crutches just behind me and his elbow caught me off guard. That didn’t mean I wasn’t still pissed at him though.
“I shouldn’t have put myself in that position. I should have realized things were getting out of hand.”
“I’m sorry,” Jack said.
I shook my head. “It’s not your fault. Do you think he’ll go to the police? You won’t get into any trouble for hitting him, will you?
I couldn’t help noticing that Jack’s fists clenched at his sides.
“Probably,” he said. “No doubt I will have to instruct my lawyers to pay him off.”
I frowned. Did that mean it had happened before?
“Let’s not talk about him,” Jack said. “Tell me what you thought about your first Grand Prix?”
“Pretty impressive,” I said with a grin. And that was an understatement. There had been people here today from all walks of life, from the ultra rich,
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