There’s a pause while he thinks. His silence unnerves me.
“If Paul has truly changed, then no, it shouldn’t be a problem. But it will tell him exactly where you are and how you’re living your life. The media will give him unfettered access to you and Jett. My advice is to stay out of the press as much as possible upon Paul’s release. And we’ll see how things go from there.”
“Thanks, Russell, for everything. And thank you for letting me know.”
“No problem. I’ll keep you updated as I know things…and I really am sorry, India.”
“Yeah, me, too.”
I hang up with Russell and lean back against the wall, pressing my head against the bricks. I can’t believe he’s getting out now. I always knew this day would come, but I thought I had a few more years, that Jett would be a bit older.
How the hell am I going to tell Jett that his father is free?
I cover my face with my hand. Sliding it up into my hair, I tug on it with frustration.
“There you are!” Jett’s voice hits me.
I look up to see him standing in the doorway to the garage.
His happy expression drops, and he takes a step toward me, letting the door close behind him. “Mum, are you okay?”
I clear my face of all emotions and paste on a bright smile. “I’m fine.”
“Who was that on the phone?” He nods at the phone, which my fingers are tightly gripped around.
“Just a patient.” I slide my phone back into my pocket, trying to relax the tense muscles in my body.
I can see the skeptical look on his face. I can’t tell him now. Not here. I need time to think this through. Figure it out.
“How’s Leandro doing?” I nod toward the garage, going for a subject change.
A big smile spreads over his face. “He’s starting first tomorrow.”
A genuine smile briefly pushes up through my fake one. “That’s great news.”
“He’s gonna win tomorrow, no doubt.”
“He sure is.”
“You coming back in? He’ll be back in the garage soon.”
“I’m coming now.” I push off the wall, trying to shake off the fear weighing heavily on my shoulders.
INDIA HAS BEEN DISTRACTED FOR DAYS. She was fine before qualifying, but since then, there has been a distance with her. She seems preoccupied.
Even when we make love, it’s like a part of her isn’t even there with me, and I don’t like it. I really don’t like it.
I was supposed to be heading straight to Italy with the team after leaving Budapest, but I changed my plans and flew back to London with India. I wasn’t going to leave her while she was like this. I have only got a few days before I have to fly out to Italy, and I intend on finding out what the hell is going on with her before then.
We got home yesterday, and she went into work today. Didn’t meet me for lunch. She made up some bullshit excuse about being too busy.
This is the first time I’m seeing her since we returned, and we are at her place right now. Jett is upstairs, Kit’s out on a date, and India and I are watching a movie together, but once again, I might as well be sitting here alone.
Well, I have her here with me now, and I am going nowhere until she tells me what is going on with her.
“Are you going to tell me anytime soon? Or do I just have to start fucking guessing?” My words come out a little harsher than intended.
She slides her eyes to mine. There’s a flare of anger in them. “Tell you what?”
I pick up the remote control and turn off the TV. “Tell me what it is that is bothering you.”
Her expression clears. “Nothing is bothering me.”
For fuck’s sake!
“I won the Belgium Prix on Sunday.”
She gives me a look of confusion. “I know. I was there.”
“Physically, yes. Mentally, no. You checked out on me the day before. Jesus, India, your lack of enthusiasm at my win after the first race you have been to since we got together—so it was pretty fucking important to me to have you there to witness it—and all I got was a congratulations and a pat on the shoulder.”
“Jesus, I’m sorry I didn’t give the required amount of attention!” she bites. “What did you want me to do? Stick my tongue down your throat. Strip my clothes off and screw you right there and then? I’m sorry, but that would have been inappropriate—you know, with my kid and the rest of the racing population being there!”
“Are you yelling at me?” I say to her.
Seriously, there’s something wrong with me because I get majorly turned on when she gets mad. Seeing her all fired up has my cock as hard as nails. Well, pretty much anything she does has my cock hard, but her anger is a definite aphrodisiac to me.
“Bloody well sounds like it, doesn’t it?” Her brow is all puckered into a frown.
She looks hot as fuck.
“I really want to fuck you right now,” I tell her in all seriousness.
Her eyes swing my way, wide and blazing. “Are you being serious?”
“I never kid about fucking you.”
“Jesus! You’re really pissing me off,” she huffs.
She makes to get up from the sofa, but I catch her arm, stopping her, and I pull her onto me. She makes a sound of protest but doesn’t actually try to get up.
“And you’re really turning me on,” I say to her.
Pausing she stares down at me. “I’m really mad at you right now, Leandro,” she grumbles, her voice less angry than before.
“Yes, well, I’m kind of mad at you, too, India. But I’m still hot as fuck for you.” I slide my hands to her ass giving it a squeeze.