The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Connor yanked off his helmet and, without a second thought, clapped it right onto Gwyneth's head. Before she could even process what was happening, he'd already vaulted over the railing and, with a cocky grin, blew her a kiss from the track below.

A chorus of gasps and chatter immediately erupted around her.

"Whoa-did you see that?"

"Was that Connor? Is that woman his new girlfriend?"

"Seriously? He's got a girlfriend again?"

"Nah, something's different this time. All those other girls were just rumors, but a helmet? That's huge. That means he's serious."

Gwyneth stared down at the helmet in her hands, momentarily stunned. She knew just how sacred a helmet was to a racer. And now Connor had handed his over to her, just like that-no hesitation, no fanfare. If she still couldn't figure out what he meant, she'd have to be a fool.

He must have misunderstood. Or maybe-ever since she'd accidentally rear- ended his car, he hadn't mentioned repairs or compensation, just asked for her number and invited her to watch him race. Was he actually... interested in her? The thought made Gwyneth distinctly uncomfortable. She glanced at Connor's friends nearby and awkwardly extended the helmet toward them.

"Sorry, could you return this to him for me?"

the girls shook her head. "Sorry, we can't

Mr. Kaufman?

barely looked older than her, yet they called him

didn't know? Connor's totally into you. Oh my god, are

eyes. She hesitated only a second before slipping her left hand into view, showing off

but the meaning was unmistakable. Nobody

in Connor's circle

made his feelings so

Guess every guy likes a married woman now

Gwyneth explained, her tone polite but firm. "And I've got to run. I'll leave

last thing she wanted was to stick around

the

he'd picked out for Gwyneth-closest to

helmet-he'd worn the

to Greenvale