“Okay.” He digs his spoon into his cereal, puts it in his mouth, and starts crunching.
“And to answer your other question, yes, Leandro and I are together.”
“Awesome! So, can I get more tickets to the Prix?”
Smiling, I shake my head. Got to love my kid’s priorities, and tenacity.
“Depending on where, because we’re talking about overseas here, but I’m sure Leandro would get you tickets to go, so long as it’s not in school time and I can afford the time off work to take you. He has actually invited us to Hungary.” I hear the words leaving my mouth before I properly think them through. Even though this would be an amazing trip, I was going to hang off on telling Jett for a little while.
“You being serious?”
“Hmm.” I press my lips together, hating my big mouth.
“Oh my God, this is awesome! It’s going to be amazing! Do you think he will let us watch from the garage?”
“Um, I don’t know. Maybe.”
“I’m sure he will. Oh my god, it’s gonna be fantastic! Freaking Hungary! I cannot wait to tell my friends!”
“Okay, well, let’s not get too excited.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” His brow furrows in confusion.
“I don’t know.” I shrug helplessly. So, I opt for a subject change. “Anyway, why are you up so early?”
A sly grin appears on his face. “I wanted to catch you coming in.”
My jaw drops open. “You knew I was out last night?”
“Of course I knew. I heard you and Uncle Kit talking in here last night. I have ears like a bat. And for future reference, I can pretty much hear everything you and Uncle Kit talk about in this kitchen.” He points his finger up to the ceiling. “Your voices carry straight up to my room.”
“Oh God,” I groan. Putting my arms on the table, I drop my head into them, thinking of the conversations I’ve had with Kit recently.
I hear Jett laugh, and then get up from the table. A few seconds later, he pats my shoulder with his hand. I lift my head to look up at him.
“I’m glad you’re happy, Mum. And not that you’re not pretty because, of course, you are, but seriously well done for scoring a Formula One driver. I couldn’t be prouder. Overnight, you’ve just made me the most popular kid in school. All I need now is for Uncle Kit to bring home a Victoria’s Secret model, and my life will be set. You want me to make you a coffee?”
“Um, who are you and what have you done with my baby boy?” I stare at him in shock.
“Your baby boy is almost a teenager.”
“Ugh, don’t I know it?” I grumble, dropping my head back down again. “And that’s a yes to the coffee.”
“I’ll make you it now.” He chuckles.
“SO, WHERE ARE WE GOING?”
I just picked India up for our date, and we are on our way after some serious scrutiny from her brother, Kit, who seems like a good guy, and also some words from Jett—mainly that, even though he thinks I am awesome and I am rich and famous, if I hurt his mother in any way, he will kick my ass. He said he has never met anyone his mother has dated before, so him knowing about me is a big thing for her, and that must mean she likes me a lot. I assured him that I like his mother a lot, too.
I am crazy about her.
I missed her like crazy when she left my place this morning. Afterward, I went back up to bed. All I could smell on my sheets and pillows was her. It just made me wish even more that she were still there, so I could bury myself deep inside her again.
I have never felt so lost yet so completely fucking found than I do when I’m inside her.
Being with India is where I was always meant to be. Inside her and beside her.
I always used to wonder what being in love meant, what it would feel like. Now, I know.
“I thought you would want low-key, and I want privacy with you. So, I’m taking you to dinner at my restaurant.”
“You have a restaurant?”
I note the surprise in her voice.
“Mmhmm. I bought it a few years ago. It was my favorite place to eat. They do the best Brazilian food in London. The place was going to close due to some financial difficulties. I really like the owner, and I didn’t want to lose my favorite place to eat, so I bought it. I invested some money in renovating it and then advertising. Now, it’s doing really well. Victor still runs it for me, and I mostly keep out of the business side of things.”
“You’re a sweetheart.”
I give her a look. “Leandro Silva, a sweetheart? No fucking way. Business savvy. Best racing driver ever. Hot as fuck, definitely.”
She laughs, and the sound pulls at my heart.