Page 284 of Ignite

“Nothing is too much for my girl.” He leans back, studying me. “Now, let’s get that smile back on your face.”

He starts the engine again and drives us around the back.

The yard is massive, with a long single-track road disappearing around the trees.

Another set of coded gates appears.

When they open, my jaw just drops.

A whole racetrack.

“I have so many questions,” I blurt. “Like—so many. There is no way. What?”

Who has a private track in their backyard?

He parks next to my grey McLaren—the one I once returned to him in a fit of stubborn pride.

“Want to know a funny story?” he asks, turning to me.

“Always.”

“Remember the first time? The real first time—at the garage?”

“Oh, how could I forget?” I say, cheeks going hot.

“So. A couple of days after that, I heard the owner of this estate was looking to sell. Something drew me here. When he showed me the extra land…the first thing I thought of was racing you here.”

I swallow a lump in my throat.

Even then.

Even when I thought he was just a fling—he was planning a future.

“It was more of a dream. A fantasy. But I bought it and hired an army to make it happen.”

“Even when we split up?”

“Yep.” He gives me a slow, sheepish smile. “I had all the faith.”

“And if all else failed…it was going to be another groveling attempt. I told you I wouldn’t give up.”

I look around us, speechless.

It’s almost too perfect.

Our own little world, hidden behind the gates.

“Please tell me somewhere you’ve added a cage,” I tease, “and a gym?”

He slides his thumb over my bottom lip, grinning.

“That’ll be a future project. I’ve still got my garage gym. Next step is decorating—and the baby’s room.”

I rest my hands over my belly, feeling my heart swell.

I’m almost twelve weeks now.

“Do you want to find out if it’s a boy or a girl?” I whisper. “Or keep it a surprise?”

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