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hundred kilometres an hour.
    “Shit. That’s gotta hurt.”
    “What?” Elle asked behind him.
    “Wait. They’re bound to replay it.” Jack used the remote to point at the screen.
    Elle watched for a few second. “This is a rerun of last month’s race.”
    “Did he win?” Jack asked.
    “Ricky?” She nodded. “Yeah. But it was close. Only a bike-length in it.”
    “Where is he in the standings?”
    “He finished the season on top.” Elle dropped down beside him. “He’s determined to outdo Dad.”
    “Tall order.” Jack couldn’t think of a harder task the guy could have set himself.
    “The competitive gene lives on.” She reached towards the mugs. “Which one?”
    “Left. Do you think he stands a chance?” Jack asked as he leaned over to grab his coffee.
    Elle took a sip before answering. “Everyone’s got a shot, but I think Ricky has a better than most chance. He’d got Dad’s DNA for a start and the best damn coach in the world.” She grinned.
    “Your dad’s helping him win?” Jack figured a good parent encouraged their children to succeed, but would someone as celebrated as Mark Roland want anyone, even if the guy was his own kid, beating his records?
    “Ha! Dad wants the Roland name stamped so firmly on the record books that no other name appears.” Grinning, she shook her head. “He’ll probably get his wish too.”
    “Yeah?” He liked the way she smiled when she talked about her family. Her eyes lit up and love seemed to pour off her like a tangible thing. Like you could reach out and touch it — hold it in your hands.
    “Yep. But I don’t want to talk about racing anymore. Switch it over to something else.” She waved a hand at the TV.
    Jack did as told and they were soon watching, of all things, When Harry Met Sally . They’d come in partway through and within minutes the famous ‘faking it’ scene was rolling across the screen.
    Neither spoke while Meg Ryan got off and Billy Crystal watched. This scene always made his confidence in his bedroom skills waver.
    “You know I’d like to say I’ve never had a woman fake it while in bed with me, but every damn time I watch this movie it makes me think I’m deluding myself,” Jack murmured.
    Elle laughed. “Odds are you haven’t, but I won’t say it’s not possible.”
    He grunted. “Thanks.” He sipped his coffee while Meg and Billy got back to their lunch.
    “There, there, Jack.” Elle patted his thigh. “I’m sure you’re capable of getting it right.”
    He narrowed his eyes and turned to face her. “You don’t sound convinced. Maybe I should give you a demonstration?”
    “Oh, no.” She leaned away from him, one hand warding him off. “That won’t be necessary. I believe you.”
    “No. I think I need to prove my manhood.”
    This time when she laughed he had to reach over and grab her coffee so she didn’t spill it all over herself. Once she’d laughed herself stupid, she took a few deep breaths before speaking.
    “There is nothing about your manhood that you need to prove, Jack. And if that society-snob of a bitchy ex-wife told you otherwise she’s a liar.”
    “Wow. You really did get the full version.” He set both their mugs down and leaned back.
    Elle shrugged. “Kandy figured I should know you’d recently had your heart, and possibly your ego, trampled on.”
    Jack laughed. “I’d thank her, but she’s got it wrong.” He held up a hand. “My fault. I let my family believe Annabelle walked and, while she did, she thought packing an overnight bag and going to sleep at her parents’ house would bring me to heel, not get her divorced.”
    He watched Elle closely. The last thing he wanted was for her to think badly of him, and even though he was comfortable with the things he’d done after Annabelle had closed the front door of their house that night, not everyone saw it the same way he did.
    “Basically I discovered my father-in-law was involved in business dealings with some of the