My Reason to Live

Chapter 17

We're at the Silverstone Circuit, attending the Grand Prix, currently seated in the hospitality area of a team called Rybell. Bernie provides sponsorship for them, has done so for years apparently. And, because Bernie is a sponsor, we get to sit in hospitality and meet with the team's drivers. Apparently, if you want to win championships, Rybell is the number one team to be in. I even remember reading about a female driver, who won multiple championships in a row, and she raced for Rybell. I just can't remember her name... The reigning champion of the Grand Prix is one of Rybell's newest drivers—Mason Carrick.

Tall, blond, Irish, and ridiculously good-looking—but definitely not as good-looking as Jade.

Mason is Formula One's golden boy. Many people were disappointed to find out that he was off the market, but I'm happy for him. He married the love of his life, something I will never have the chance to do.

Bernie, Jade, and I are seated at a table by the window. A few other people are here, too. I have no clue who they are—other sponsors, I'm guessing. I'm staring out the window, watching as people fill up the stands.

To be honest, it's a little boring at the moment, because the others are talking business, but overall, I don't mind because I'm here with Jade. Once I get to meet Mason—God, I hope I meet Mason—and when the racing begins, I know it will be awesome.

We got to Silverstone by helicopter, and, yes, Jade flew the helicopter here. Apparently, she flies those as well as airplanes.

Turns out there is a helipad on her grandpa's estate. They don't travel to the Grand Prix like normal people would—you know, by car. Nope, the Thirlwalls like to go by air.

Can't say I loved the experience of being in a helicopter, but I am getting used to flying the more I do it, and flying in a helicopter is one more thing to add and check off my list.

The best thing about the flight here was watching Jade control the helicopter. Her hand wrapped around that control stick reminded me of our plane ride yesterday and when I blew her at twenty thousand feet.

God, that was hot.

I hear loud chatter as some people enter the room, and—

Oh my God.

One of them is Mason Carrick.

He's walking up front, wearing his driver's uniform, and he has his arm around a stunning dark-haired, olive-skinned tall woman. She must be his wife.

I think pretty much all the women in the world collectively cried into their wine glasses the day that Mason Carrick got married. Same as when Caleb Wethers got married.

Like how I'll cry from my seat in heaven the day Jade gets married to someone else.

What the hell? Where did that thought come from?

I shake it out of my head when I realize that Mason and his wife have broken away from the people they entered the room with, and they're walking over to where we are seated.

They might be walking toward us, but they're still looking and talking to one another.

The way Mason is staring at his wife's face with complete adoration makes me feel a shot of envy.

To be looked at in that way. To have someone adore you so completely. I can't even imagine.

I feel Jade's hand curl around mine. I bring my eyes to her.

"You ready to meet Mason Carrick?" She grins.

"Yeah." I smile. But I don't really feel it. For some reason, I feel a little sad right now.