Logan Sargent - Fort Loverdale

Miami (Victoria's POV)

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as I stirred awake. The spot next to me was empty, still warm from where Logan had been. I reached out, feeling the lingering warmth, and a small smile crept onto my face. He must have left early to prepare for the race.

As I stretched and rolled over to grab my phone, a notification from Logan lit up my screen. Opening it, I found a message with a simple note, "Thought you'd like a little something to start your day right." Below it, a picture of a beautifully arranged bouquet of flowers, sitting beside an elaborate breakfast spread. My heart swelled, and I couldn't help but smile wider. Logan always knew how to make me feel special.

Another notification popped up—a delivery confirmation. I slipped out of bed, and sure enough, there was a knock on the door. I quickly threw on one of Logan's hoodies and padded over to the door, where a staff member handed me a large bouquet of flowers and a tray laden with all my favorite breakfast items.

After enjoying the thoughtful breakfast, I took a quick shower and got dressed, slipping into a chic but comfortable outfit that felt just right for the Grand Prix. As I was about to leave, I noticed an envelope on the nightstand with my name on it, in Logan's handwriting. Inside was a VIP pass for the paddock, along with a little note that said, "Can't wait to see you there. Bring your luck with you!"

I felt a rush of excitement as I made my way to the cab, clutching the pass in my hand. The drive to the Grand Prix was a blur of anticipation, and before I knew it, I was stepping out into the buzzing atmosphere of the paddock. The air was electric, filled with the sounds of engines revving and the chatter of excited fans and crew members.

Making my way through the crowd, I followed the directions Logan had given me, weaving through the bustling paddock until I reached the motorhome area. I spotted Logan's motorhome up ahead, and as I approached, I noticed a small group gathered outside. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized them—it was Logan's family.

Logan stepped forward, his face lighting up when he saw me. "Hey, there she is!" he called out, striding over to meet me. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and led me toward his family.

"Everyone, this is Victoria," he introduced me, his voice filled with warmth and pride. "Victoria, meet my parents and my brother."

His mother stepped forward first, a kind smile on her face. "So, you're the famous Victoria we've heard so much about," she said, her tone teasing but genuine. "Logan has told us a lot about you."

I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks as I shook hands with his parents and then his brother. "All good things, I hope," I replied, trying to keep my tone light despite the sudden rush of nerves.

Logan chuckled, squeezing my shoulder gently. "Of course, all good things."

His father nodded, giving me a warm handshake. "It's great to finally meet you. We've been looking forward to it."

I smiled, feeling the warmth of their welcome. "It's so nice to meet you all too. I've heard a lot about you from Logan as well."

His brother chimed in, grinning. "We were starting to wonder when he'd finally bring you around."

I laughed, feeling more at ease. "I guess he wanted to keep me a secret a little longer."

Logan leaned in, his voice low and playful in my ear. "Not for long, though."

As the conversation continued, I felt a sense of belonging, surrounded by Logan's family. They were warm, welcoming, and so much like him. It was clear that they shared the same kindness and humor that I had come to love in Logan.