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the
driver’s side door. ‘How’d it go?’
                 ‘Well.’
After Eli made his way up the steps, Alex clapped his friend on the back with
his free hand. ‘You did a fine job finding her.’
                 Eli
drove a set of fingers over his scalp, ruffling his neat dark hair. ‘So she’s
on board?’
                 ‘I’ve
explained I need to be back in the seat no later than Round Four.’ Two weeks
shy of the six weeks the team doctor had insisted upon, which would leave him
in a good position to retain his title.
                 Inside
the vestibule, they hung a right and sauntered down the hall which led to Alex’s
home office.
                 ‘And
she said she can accommodate?’ Eli asked.
                 ‘Was
there any doubt?’
                 ‘Only
on my part, it seems.’
                 Frowning,
Alex stopped. ‘Run that by me again?’
                 Eli
kept walking. ‘Don’t get me wrong. I’m convinced she does great work, but from
what I’ve read she seems to have a granite mindset as well. I didn’t think she’d
roll over and agree to your time frame that easily.’
                 Outside
the billiards room, Eli waited for his boss to catch up.
                 Digesting
the information, Alex began to walk again. ‘You sound unhappy about her being
onside.’
                 ‘You
want to race,’ Eli explained, ‘and you want to win. Clearly you can handle
pain. But, Alex, you don’t want to risk this injury getting worse. This is the
second time that joint has given you trouble. Third time it’ll be easier to
damage still. If that happens you could be out for a lot longer than six weeks.’
                 They
entered the office, its walls lined with framed shots capturing some heady
moments on the track as well as the winner’s podium—holding up a plate at
Monaco, shooting champagne over an ecstatic crowd. Alex’s favourite trophy by
far was a homemade medal, which hung on a haberdashery store’s dark blue
ribbon. Made out of an inexpensive key ring and a portion of a wheel spike, the
good-luck charm had been given to him many years ago by his mentor, a man to
whom Alex owed everything—Carter White. Encouragement, belief. Carter had given
the rebel teen Alex had once been the tools needed to succeed, which included
the gift of a caring father figure Alex had sorely lacked at home. He really
ought to pick up the phone and call Carter sometime.
                 Crossing
to his desk, Alex collected the documents he’d received from that CEO and the
bold Alex Wolfe logo caught his eye.
Everyone was eager to see how far his brand-name net would fly and Eli was
great to bounce new ideas and strategies off. He was more than an assistant;
Eli was a first-class friend. They’d known each other only three years and yet
Eli was closer to him than any of his brothers. Not that Alex blamed anyone for
that … or, rather, he blamed no one other than the man who had single-handedly
torn his own family apart: William Wolfe, may he rot in hell.
                 And
he was seriously giving too much thought to all this lately but, for once, he
couldn’t seem to avoid it.
                 Staring
blindly at those documents, Alex recalled how he’d waited until he’d left the
hospital to reread Annabelle’s email and compose an adequate reply.
                 Great to hear about Jacob’s return and
Nathaniel’s upcoming nuptials , it had said. Can’t
                 believe he’s old enough to tie the knot!
Will be in contact again soon. Hope you’re well. Love to you, Alex .
                 He’d
thought about phoning; he had her number. But he knew Annabelle favoured email.
Frankly, in this circumstance, so did he. Not that he and Annabelle didn’t
speak every couple of years or so … but never