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After being dumped, Isla Morris makes a pact with her ex's biggest competition, F1 driver Matthew Carr, to get inside Lucas's head.
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Isla Morris is dating the world's best F1 racer - at least, she w...
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"That," Cedro said, "would look terrible on you, fratello."
Matthew arched an eyebrow. He was holding up a silk smoking jacket, the same shade as a crisp Granny Smith apple. Come to think of it, Matthew mused, everything in this bloody marketplace was green: the blown-glass sculptures, the pesto pizza, the stuffed olives... Italians clearly loved a bit of green.
Matthew examined the smoking jacket. Cedro was right; it would look terrible on him.
"You should speak with Alek," Cedro said. "Get stripes on the Ferrari kit." He took a sip of his Diet Coke. "Speaking of which, how did your conversation go?"
"Oh, swimmingly," Matthew said airily.
"Really?"
"No." Matthew pulled a face. "He shouted for twenty minutes and then muttered something in Norwegian. I suspect it wasn't complimentary."
Matthew left out the part where Alek had also threatened to boot him off the team. Technically, Matthew's contract included another two years with Ferrari, but Alek could break it if a driver deliberately sabotaged his teammate: a fact that Matthew had found out about ten minutes into the shouting.
But Alek needed him.
It was a bluff, Matthew reassured himself; he was sure of it.
Mostly.
"Chin up." Cedro patted him on the shoulder. "He'll forgive you if you win at Abu Dhabi."
Matthew picked up a blown-glass elephant, holding it up to the light. He was trying not to think about Abu Dhabi; if he won next weekend, then he became World Champion. And that was a hell of a lot of pressure to put on winning one race.
"We'll see," Matthew said airily. "Early days."
Cedro examined a pair of glass cufflinks. "I spoke with Wood yesterday. He says your parents are coming to the race."
"Sounds like it."
Matthew was impressed at how casual he sounded, considering that when his mother had rung to request tickets the day before, he'd nearly choked on his sandwich. He couldn't remember the last time his parents had watched him race. A year ago? Two?
And truthfully, Matthew was...
Excited?
Anxious?
All of the above, Matthew decided. As stupid as it was, he still wanted to make his parents proud. To prove to them that he could be just as successful as Benedict.
