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He’s quiet for a moment before he mutters.

“No comment.”

“How do you balance your career with your personal life?”

He scoffs. His mood is growing steadily worse.

“Is there a philosophy or a motto that you live by?”

He raises an eyebrow.

I sigh.

I know he hates this line of questioning, but I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t ask.

This thing that’s been nagging at me. I probably won’t see him again after this, not considering how he’s been avoiding me. But I have to know.

“This is your last year of racing.”

He shrugs.

How to put it?

“What are your plans for the future?”

He frowns. “I beg your pardon?”

I clear my throat. “Do you intend to, uh, settle down when you retire?” I can feel the blush creeping over my cheeks.

Stupid. Stupid. How desperate am I?

He looks genuinely confused.

“Uh, get married, have some kids, that kind of thing?”

You can’t be a race car driver and have a life.

But what if you were no longer a race car driver? Three months left on his contract.

He’s sitting very still.

He shrugs.

Then the tip of his tongue at the corner of his mouth, he runs it clean across to the other side.

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Chapter 13

FINN

They pack up slowly, tiredly. I know the look well, it’s exhaustion. Camille’s golden curls are a crow’s nest, her cheeks red from a day in the sun. Her freckles have become more prominent, dusting her shoulders now too, after all these months filming in the sun. I had prepared to meet her furious gaze when they arrived, but her grey eyes were resigned.

Embarrassed.

It gutted me. I had hurt her. I had hoped to spare her from more pain since I had already crossed that line between us that day in London.

But her obvious resignation stirred something in me. Something that screamed out for redemption. I buried the thought immediately.