Chasing Perfect (25 page)

His head came up.

She waved, laughing, waiting for him to go zooming past her. Instead he slowed, then came to stop right in front of her.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, as he put his foot on the asphalt. She pointed to the finish line, a scant hundred yards away. “Go.”

People around them started screaming. Josh ignored them all.

He pulled off his glasses. “How you doing?”

“Josh! This isn't funny. Move.” She glanced over his shoulder, knowing the other racers would appear at any second. “Just finish. You can win. Then we'll talk.”

“We can talk now.”

She shrieked. “No! I said I was wrong. I said I loved you. What more do you want?”

“You,” he said. “For always.”

“Yes, yes. You can have that. Now go. Cross the finish line. It's right there. Can't you see it? Hurry.”

“You'll marry me?”

The man next to her turned. “For God's sake, lady. Marry him already.”

“I'll marry you,” she told Josh. “We'll figure it out. Your racing career.”

“I don't want to race, Charity. I meant what I said. I just needed to bury a few ghosts.”

She saw two riders round the corner.

“Go!” she yelled. “You have to go
now.
”

He slipped on his sunglasses. “You told me you didn't care if I won.”

“I was wrong! I've said it five billion times. Now would you please go win this race so we can get on with our lives?”

“Sure.”

With that, he pushed off.

Charity didn't even breathe as he picked up speed, then crossed the finish line with seconds to spare.

The crowd exploded into cheers and laughter. Charity tried to make her way to Josh, but there were too many people between them. So she waited while someone popped bottles of champagne and the reporters asked their questions. She watched Josh be the center of the universe.

Then she heard something strange. A few feet away a woman turned and yelled, “Where's Charity? Pass it on.”

The man behind her called out the same thing and it continued until the man in front of her looked over his shoulder. “You Charity?”

She nodded.

“Got her,” he yelled. “Come on, honey. Get up there with Josh. He's waiting for you.”

She was passed through the crowd until she found herself standing in front of Josh. He held a huge trophy in one hand and wrapped his other arm around her.

“Finally,” he said. He turned back to the reporters. “Okay, guys. Ask away.”

“Quite the comeback, Josh. You training for the Tour de France?”

“No. I'm done. This was a one-time race for me.” He kissed the top of Charity's head, and held her closer. “My life is here.”

She wrapped her arms around his waist and felt her
love for him grow until she couldn't contain it. “You can race if you want. We'll work something out.”

He stared into her eyes and smiled. “No. I want to run the racing school and be with you. You're my home, Charity. You're where I belong.”

“I belong with you, too,” she told him.

“Which is really good, because I'm not letting you go.”

 

E
THAN
H
ENDRIX WATCHED
his best friend kiss the girl. It had taken Josh long enough, but he'd finally found what he'd always been looking for. Pleased, Ethan turned away to head back to his office.

Life was nothing if not interesting, he thought as he took a single step. Then something bright and red caught his eye. A color of hair he hadn't seen in a long time.

He turned to get a second look. To be sure. Then he swore softly.

Liz was back.