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Uncle Bruce called her again and she walked away, her hips swaying, looking so confident and happy back in a place she loved.
As I watched Stacey get into her race car, I stuffed my hand in my jean’s pocket, turning the little bag over and over.
Now. It has to be now.
“Wait, Stacey!”
I ran up to her car window. Benji turned over the support van engine and slowly towed Stacey’s car five metres. I walked beside the car, not breaking my gaze with hers.
“Harry, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all. I’m so happy for you today.”
I pulled out the red velvet bag and balanced it on the chrome edge of her driver’s window.
“I was going to wait until later after post-race sex.” I held up the bag. “But I need to ask you something now.”
Stacey’s mouth fell open as I fumbled with the drawstring and pulled out a copper key on a leather string.
“A drawer for your things at my flat isn’t enough. Move in with me. You’re there five nights out of seven. Share my bed every day so it’s our bed and wake up every day beside me.”
Stacey slowly blinked.
“I’ve never been so sure about something before in my life. It’s always been our place. I’ve wanted to ask you this since you walked back into my life to take on the interior design work for the Ballydoon practice.”
I held up the key a little higher. “Hold out your hand, Anastasia.”
Stacey reached out slowly and I placed the key on her palm and then clasped our hands together.
She still hadn’t given me an answer.
The rev of engines, the call of the commentators over the loudspeakers and the dull roar of the crowd faded into nothing. Right now, it was just me and Stacey.
“I know what today is,” she blurted.
“Five months to the day since we first met right here.”
Her eyes shone. My heart stuttered. “Look, if it’s too fast, too soon …”
She fisted my tee-shirt and caught the rest of my words in a kiss, which turned very heated very quickly.
A racing official barked at us to get moving. We broke apart, panting and grinning. I glanced at the official who smiled and walked away.
“I like going fast, Dr Harry.” Stacey smiled. “Yes. I’ll move in with you.”
A knock on the boot made both of us look up. “Time to get out on the track, Stacey!” Uncle Bruce bellowed. “Almost race time! And, Harry, get your arse back here to push her to the start grid.”
“Be right there!” I called back.
I gripped the edge of her window, grinning wildly at her.
“I’m yours,” she whispered, slipping the leather string around her neck and kissing the key before tucking it into her suit. “I love you, Harrison.”
I beamed. I was the luckiest man on earth right now. With this amazing woman in a little town called Ballydoon.
“That wasn’t a marriage proposal by the way.” I squeezed her hand. “When I do, it’s going to be heaps more romantic than this.”
Stacey threaded her fingers between mine. “The shirts, the suit, the key. All of this was plenty romantic.”
I reluctantly let go of her hand as the loudspeakers blared Stacey’s name.
“Now, Firebird. How do I like you?”
“You like me fast,” Stacey grinned.
“Now go show them just how fast you are.”
THE END
