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?"

girls shook her head. "Sorry, we can't help you with that. If Mr. Kaufman finds out, he'll lose

Mr. Kaufman?

Connor barely looked older than her, yet they

know? Connor's totally into you. Oh my god, are you really going to

hesitated only a second before slipping her

was unmistakable. Nobody her

Connor's circle stared,

his feelings so

Guess every guy likes a married woman now and

firm. "And I've got to run. I'll leave the helmet on my seat, could you let

last thing she

the

to the spot he'd picked out for Gwyneth-closest

a different helmet-he'd worn the one he gave Gwyneth

to Greenvale with