This is the nicest thing someone has done for me since my dad adopted me, and I don't know what to say to him as we drive back to the hotel. It's too much. s*x is one thing, but this? Finding what makes me happiest and making it happen? First the filming and now this effort to make up for me missing my race. He knows me, and I realize how good it feels to be seen like this. And that makes it sting worse, because I can't be with him, and I hate that. He drapes an arm over my shoulders and plays with my hair, tucking and untucking it from behind my ear. I'm unsettled by how comfortable this feels, and know that I can't let anyone see. I whisper to him, “What if the driver puts something on social media?"
Ty drops a kiss on my cheek and pulls out his wallet. “I've got his business card, and
