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remain intact, once a man got married, his life changed. “Congratulations, amico mio. ”
    “Thanks. I…if she says yes, will you be my best man?”
    “She will say yes, and I will be your best man.”
    Keke left a few minutes later and Marco called his parents and brothers to invite them to join Keke’s dinner celebration.
    Marco had a moment’s pause, as he always did when he thought of marriage. The plan that he and Dom and Tony had concocted when they were young boys meant that they’d probably never marry for love. And he envied his friend that relationship.
    He left the garage and found a group of fans waiting for autographs. He stopped, smiled for photos and signed hats and shirts, all the while scanning the crowd for Virginia’s face. He was a sap and an idiot to keep looking for her. She was gone. And he needed to move past that one night in Melbourne.
    But he couldn’t. She was the one who left. A part of him acknowledged that it was wounded pride that made him want to see her again. Another part, the baser part, wanted to see her again for purely sexual reasons. He wanted to take her and enslave her with the passion that ran between them. Bind her to him and then when she was well and truly his…leave her so that she could experience what he’d been going through.
    He was lucky his racing hadn’t suffered, but at this point in his career he knew how to shut out everything except the race when he got behind the wheel.
    “Marco, wait up,” Dom called as he walked across the field toward him.
    “What is it?”
    “I got your message about tonight and I’ll try to be there. But I may not be available.”
    “Is something going on?”
    “I think we have a spy in our company. I might have to return to Milan to take care of the matter.”
    Marco’s eyes narrowed. The ruffled papers on my desk …. “Why do you think that?”
    “I ran into Dirk Buchard today in the owner’s lounge, and he mentioned rumors of a new car design from ESP,” Dom said.
    ESP Motors had been formed by Nonno’s archrival on the Grand Prix track. Moretti Motors had outshone ESP at the time. One thing that had been in Lorenzo’s favor was the fact that he had the Midas touch when it came to business. “What about the design?”
    “I might be paranoid—”
    Marco snorted. His brother wrote the book on paranoid when it came to guarding business secrets. “ Might be?”
    “Whatever. But he mentioned something that is on the new Vallerio model. And no one outside of you, me, Antonio and our R & D team has seen that.”
    “You don’t have to stay for the race if you want to go back to Milan and do some more research,” Marco said.
    “I want to. I think you race better when Tony and I are here.”
    “I agree. I like to remind you both that I’m faster than either of you can ever hope to be.”
    Dom punched him in the arm. “Speed isn’t the only thing that matters.”
    “In our world it is.”
    “True enough. Speaking of speed, did you get the e-mail I sent about the new marketing campaign?”
    “Yes. I like it. I think it’ll be just what we need to launch the new Vallerio.”
    “I agree.”
    Marco thought for a moment. “Is it possible that someone could have figured out what we were doing by studying the cars? I’m using similar technology in my race car this season.”
    “I’ll know more after I go back to the Milan office.”
    Marco looked at his brother and thought of how hard they’d all worked to distance themselves from the fiasco that had been Moretti Motors under his father’s management. At times like this, Marco felt like no matter what they did, they were always going to be struggling.
    The only times he didn’t feel that way were when he was on the track…and when he’d slept with Virginia. That night, he’d realized he could find peace in a woman’s arms.

    Virginia landed in Barcelona on Saturday morning. Last week, when her period had started, she’d had a genuine excuse to return to