With the biggest court case the racing world has ever seen coming to an end Elliott and Kyle can start rebuilding their lives.
Kyle stood by his new husband in sickness and in health, for better, for worse and did not expect to get left behind as Elliott buys a struggling racing team and devotes all his time and attention to turning it into a success.
Their marriage is put to the test as the two men both live and work away from each other, causing tensions to rise and tempers to flare.
Will absence make the heart grow fonder or is this a case of out of sight, out of mind? Join Kyle and Elliott for their newest adventures in racing, trust, and passion.
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“Has the jury reached its verdict?” The judge directs his query to the timid-looking juror standing with less authority than he should considering the power which he now holds in his hands.
The insurance company has settled, but the suit against my old race team for the injuries I suffered is about to wrap up. My heart is pounding so hard that I’m surprised anyone can hear the resounding sound of the judge over it.
If this goes my way, and that’s by no means a sure thing, then I will stand to win the highest injury settlement in UK history. The fly in the ointment is that I’ve already had a significant pay out and while I’m not bitter enough to bring my former boss, Chase, to task in the criminal courts, his negligence and pettiness ruined not only my health, but my career when I was at the top. And for that, I’d very much like him to pay.
“We have, your honor.” The man with my destiny in his hands transfers his weight from one foot to the other as he fidgets with the buckle of his too tight belt. His substantial beer belly hangs over and I speculate as to whether he is a fan, if he grew his girth cheering in front of the TV for me to win my race while downing a pint. Did he see the accident that rendered me incapable of walking for less time that it should due to hours of grueling physical therapy and made me hobble down the aisle on my wedding day? Did he see me cast out on the tarmac, unmoving?
The judge peers over his half-moon spectacles, as he asks, “Do you find the defendant in this case guilty or not guilty?”
The gallery hushes and I hold out my palm to locate Kyle’s which is as clammy as mine. Neither of us dare to look at each other for fear of missing any detail of this pivotal result. But, his chest expands and falls with the same rapid precision as my own and our connection has never been stronger.
Time slows as we stand by. The head juror‘s mouth seems to take forever before it moves to form his answer. I try to second guess what will come out, a ‘G’ makes a different shape than an ‘N’, but then my eyes swim and not only is my hearing drowned out by the thump of my heart, I’ve now also lost the privilege of my sight.
A bead of sweat pops onto my forehead and leaves a trail as it bows to gravity and travels down the side of my cheek.
Kyle snatches his palm away and hugs me. His grasp around my back is tight as he lifts me to my tip toes and off the floor until I’m hanging with my arms plastered to my sides. “We won!” he whispers in my ear above the crowd’s din which tunes through the static in my brain. Kyle’s tone is an octave higher than normal and it’s only then I realize our dream will now become a reality.