Page 157 of Off the Grid

“I’ll gladly take it.”

“Good.” He nods resolutely. “There’s one more thing I have for you.”

“What’s that?”

He pulls a bag of cotton candy out of his backpack. “I never got to enjoy the last bite. That’s one moment that’s been waiting seventeen years to come full circle. I don’t want to miss the chance to share it with you.”

And there goes my heart tumbling to my feet, again.

He holds out the bag and we both take a chunk of the blue. We hold it up, eyes locked on each other and put it in our mouths at the same time.

“Victory is sweet,” he whispers, emotion thick in his voice.

“It is. I love you Riggs. It’s as simple and as complicated as that.”

He chuckles and the sound makes my heart swell. “It is. Good thing we have all the time in the world to figure it out.” He presses another kiss to my lips, the taste of sugar on his tongue. “Victory is most definitely sweet.”

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EPILOGUE

Camilla

One Year Later

“I don’t understand why they’re demanding that I come here to see the ad spot,” I gripe to Elise. “Can’t I see it just as easily from my desk? On my computer?”

“Someone pissed in your Cheerios this morning, didn’t they?”

I slide a glare her way. She’s in bright pink today. The color suits her. Her bubbly personality that comes with it a bit too much for me today.

To say I love her is an understatement, but she’s been buzzing around like a bee all day, hovering.

“No. I’m just tired. With Riggs in the States, I’m not getting much sleep because we’re up talking with the time difference.”

“Oh, to be in love,” she says. “I’m still blaming you for stealing my future husband away, but I’ll let it slide this time.”

“Just this once.” I smile.

“Did you just smile? Holy shit, everyone,” she says to the empty grandstand at Silverstone. “Camilla Moretti just smiled.”

“Funny.”

“Thank you.”

We walk a bit more and I can’t help but smile as I think back to how different my life was a year ago when I was last here.

And how it’s changed for the better.

Moving in with Riggs. Riggs getting a ride for the entire season with Moretti—now a full-blown F1 driver just like he’s always dreamt of. I’m still learning the ropes from my dad, but if there’s one thing being with Riggs has taught me, it’s to enjoy every second I have with my father. My mom is back with a full case of kids to advocate for. And Gia and Isabella have found F1 to have much more eye candy than they thought. They’re now frequent guests of the Moretti Motorsports hospitality suite.

“Man,” I murmur.

“What?”

“Just thinking about what a difference a year can make.”

She rubs her barely showing belly. “Don’t I know it,” she beams. “Oh, look.” She points to the Jumbotron screen that the grandstands look out at. It flickers to life.