Chequered Flag: A Steamy BWWM Interracial Multicultural Standalone Contemporary Second Chance F1 Racing Sports Romance

What happens when the man you're falling for is the reason your husband never came home?ACHIENG I buried my husband two years ago. I wore black. I stopped eating. I stopped sleeping. I stopped being anyone except the widow of Elias Wanjiku, the first Kenyan driver in Formula 1 history. Then Sergi Salvat showed up at my door. Soaking wet. Wearing my dead husband's leather jacket. Holding a photograph I'd never seen. He was Elias's protégé. His teammate. The driver in the car behind him on the day it rained at Spa and my whole world ended. I should have closed the door. I didn't. I let him into my kitchen. Into my city. Into my bed. I told myself it was grief looking for a place to land. I told myself I could handle it. I was wrong. Because Sergi Salvat has been carrying a secret since the crash. A number. A gap. A truth that changes everything I thought I knew about the day my husband died. >SERGI I was 0.7 seconds behind Elias when he hit the wall. The rules say 1.5. I was at 0.7. I broke the gap. I broke the rule. And my friend paid for it. I've spent two years drowning in that number. Racing with shaking hands. Sleeping in a dead man's jacket because taking it off feels like forgetting him. Then I went to London. To give his widow a photograph. To ask one question. To leave. I didn't leave. Because Achieng Otieno looked at me like I was a person, not a ghost. She made me chapati from her dead husband's recipe and sat across the table and talked to me like I deserved to be talked to. And somewhere between London and Barcelona and Nairobi, I fell in love with the one woman on earth I have no right to want. She doesn't know about the 0.7 seconds. She doesn't know what I did. She doesn't know that every time she touches the scar on my ribs, she's touching the proof that I…