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?"

we can't help you with that. If Mr. Kaufman

Mr. Kaufman?

looked older than her, yet they called him

you. Oh my god, are you really going

look of disbelief in their eyes. She hesitated only a second before slipping her left hand into view, showing off the simple silver band on her ring

Nobody her age wore a wedding ring just

Connor's circle

made his feelings so obvious—and she was

someone muttered. Guess every guy likes a married

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

didn't wait for a response. The last thing she wanted was to stick around

on the track, drivers

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

a different helmet-he'd worn the one

to Greenvale with