Prologue
Lorraine Neylor
If breaking the rules were a person, it would be me. So what if my parents forbade me from going to the Hungarian Grand Prix? Now I’m sitting on a train on my way to Budapest. It’s always drawn me there. I could have gone next year, but my heart and head, well, something inside me urged me to do it this year, because if I didn’t, next year might be too late. So, I’ll be away from home for three days. I left my parents a note, just in case. I don’t know where I’ll be staying; I mean, I have a cheap hotel booked for one night, but I don’t know what’s next.
And so I’m sitting on a train, on my way to meet my destiny, because I’m tired of waiting for it to decide to intervene in my life.
Do I have any hopes? Yes, to meet my idol. The famous F1 racer. A playboy (I don’t think he is, but I don’t rule it out), a party boy, the track’s taken handsome man. The one who always has the fastest laps, the one who wins. And who is arrogant, as the British are known to be.
Adam Creyton.
A name that resonates in your head, even if you don’t know him.
