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Also, if he had someone follow me while we were all in the U.S. it wouldn’t be hard to pick up information.I spent quite some time with Mr. Kendrick, taking care of everything.

“Fuck,” I slammed my fist on the bar, making the patrons turn and look. Some started when they saw who was sitting next to me and a few brave ones even came to ask for my autograph.

“Sorry,” I muttered apologetically after the last fan left.

“It’s fine,” Colton said, then smiled. “I assume since all I said surprised you, you didn’t notice you gave more autographs than I did.”

“What?”

“It’s so weird you can’t see your own value. Or how much you're loved. How many people admire you. And I know how that feels. I went through something similar. It was only after Rylee came into my life, that I got my head on straight.”

I didn’t know what to say. I sat there staring at him with a dumb look on my face.

Colton finished his drink, “I’m getting out of here. You should go get some sleep, you have a race tomorrow.”

“Colt,” I called as he turned to go. “Will she be there?”

“Good to see you’re fast in getting your head out of your ass,” he muttered and walked out.

Lola was going to be there tomorrow.

I had to get her to listen to me. I had to get her to let me explain.

I had to get her to forgive me.

I just didn’t know how.

“What’s this, what’s this, what’s this?” I fired the same question over and over again.

“P-1. You’re P-1,” Kevin reported in my ears.

“Yeah,” I screamed. “Fuck yeah!”

“You did an awesome job, my friend.”

“We all did,” I continued to scream.

I couldn’t believe we’d managed to come back from the clusterfuck that were the last six races.

We managed to pull this miracle off.

It was the second best feeling in my life.

The first, the feel of Lola’s body pressed next to mine.

With my job done, I had to get my girl back, but first, it was time to say thanks to the people I couldn’t have done it without.

“I just wanted to say,” I looked around the pit. Made sure to look each and every person standing around me in the eyes. “I have no idea how you managed it, but you did it. Today, once again, we were on the podium.”

I raised my glass and said, “Thank you. All of you.”

I meant every word.

Without this group of people, I wouldn’t be standing there today. And I sure as hell wouldn’t be celebrating a win.

“Hear, hear,” Kevin shouted over the cheers. “Now let’s get shitfaced!”

I put my glass on the table next to me and walked out.