The crowd exploded into cheers and laughter. Charity tried to make her way to Josh, but there were too many people between them. So she waited while someone popped bottles of champagne and the reporters asked their questions. She watched Josh be the center of the universe.
Then she heard something strange. A few feet away a woman turned and yelled, “Where’s Charity? Pass it on.”
The man behind her called out the same thing and it continued until the man in front of her looked over his shoulder. “You Charity?”
She nodded.
“Got her,” he yelled. “Come on, honey. Get up there with Josh. He’s waiting for you.”
She was passed through the crowd until she found herself standing in front of Josh. He held a huge trophy in one hand and wrapped his other arm around her.
“Finally,” he said. He turned back to the reporters. “Okay, guys. Ask away.”
“Quite the comeback, Josh. You training for the Tour de France?”
“No. I’m done. This was a one-time race for me.” He kissed the top of Charity’s head, and held her closer. “My life is here.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist and felt her love for him grow until she couldn’t contain it. “You can race if you want. We’ll work something out.”
He stared into her eyes and smiled. “No. I want to run the racing school and be with you. You’re my home, Charity. You’re where I belong.”
“I belong with you, too,” she told him.
“Which is really good, because I’m not letting you go.”