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“For what it’s worth,” I murmur near her ear, “I think you’re doing an amazing job with what you’ve got. And I promise I’ll give you everything I’ve got on track.”
She relaxes slightly against me, her shoulder warm against mine. We stay like that for a moment—not quite embracing, but connected. I don't want this moment to end.
“Actually,” I say, deliberately lightening my tone, “I believe interest rates have gone up. Now I owe you two hugs that you can cash in whenever you want.”
Her laugh is quiet but genuine. “Is that how it works? You’re keeping a tally now?”
“Absolutely. I’m very serious about my debts.” I grin down at her.
She reaches up suddenly, taking the towel from around my neck. Before I can react, she’s wiping my face with it, her touch brisk but gentle.
“You missed a spot,” she says, but there’s a hint of color in her cheeks that wasn’t there before.
The towel shields her expression from the rest of the garage momentarily, and in that private moment, our eyes lock. My breath catches. There’s something vulnerable in her gaze, something that makes my heart rate spike, like I’m approaching a blind corner at full throttle.Just lean in, William.
NO. What the hell am I thinking?
“Thanks,” I manage, voice rougher than I intended.
She pulls the towel away, composing herself. “Can’t have our star driver looking a mess, can we?”
“Star driver, huh? Now who’s playing favorites?” I tease, not ready to break this moment between us.
She rolls her eyes, but there’s no heat in it. “Don’t let it go to your head, Foster. Tomorrow’s qualifying is what counts.”
“Yes, boss.” I straighten, giving her a mock salute.
The activity in the garage is winding down around us. Engineers packing up their equipment, mechanics securing the cars for the night. The intimate bubble we’ve created is about to burst.
“You should get some rest,” Violet says, her professional tone returning as she hands my towel back. “Big day tomorrow.”
Our fingers brush during the exchange, causing a jolt—static from the dry Australian air, but it sends a current up my arm nonetheless.
“Yes, boss.” I linger for a moment longer than necessary. “You should rest, too. Can’t have our star Team Principal burning out before the season even starts.”
She smiles at that, small but genuine. “I’ll take it under advisement.”
I back away, reluctant to end our conversation, but aware of the eyes around us. “Enjoy the night, Violet.”
“You too, William.”
I turn to gather my things, sensing her eyes on my back. Whatever this is between us—friendship edged with something more dangerous—it’s growing stronger by the day since that night. And despite every complication it presents, I can’t bring myself to wish it away.
Friends don’t make your pulse race with a single look.
Friends don’t occupy your thoughts in quiet moments.
Friends don’t make you feel like you’re simultaneously falling and soaring.
Friends don’t make you want them. To be yours. Only yours. Or, to be theirs.
I glance back once before leaving the garage. She’s still watching me, that same unreadable expression on her face. I offer a small smile and a wave, and after a moment, she returns it.
For some inexplicable reason, you've captured my heart, Violet. And now, I want you.
Chapter 23
Australia's surprises
