TEARS SWAM IN FABIANA’S eyes. Her lush mouth was strained with emotion and she looked as if she might break down at any moment. Warwicke recognized the symptoms. He saw it in racers all the time. Recent events were starting to pile up and she was on edge.
He nodded at Heathcliffe. “Ask him to follow everybody to the tents. If any of them break off and leave instead of going to Hospitality he needs to let us know.”
Heathcliffe nodded and called his camera man.
Warwicke put his arms around Fabiana and pulled her close. “This is almost over, honey. Hang in there for a little while longer, okay?”
She took a shaky breath. “I feel like I’ve been walking naked through a crowd for months.” She pulled away and glanced up, fixing him with an intense gaze. “Like it’s never gonna end.”
He kissed
