A motivated addict. A hard-working princess. And a hate to love fairytale that breaks all the rules... except the most important one. His face has been my screen saver for years. I have more pictures of him in my phone than I have of anyone else, including my fraternal twin sister, Lark. I've followed this man since the first time I saw him in Forbes magazine. He was clad in his racing suit and his hair was pasted back with sweat. Axl Lennon has been in headlines for almost every rag in the country since I was a teenager. And now he's got eyes for me. I've been head over heels for this man for so long, yet now that he's practically part of my daily life, there is a wedge between us. But it's not him. It's me. And I just can't bring myself to tell him the truth. That would make it real. Too real. And if it's real then it can be broken. And nothing in my life has ever been broken. Then I look in the mirror. *** They don't believe me but it's true. The chicken came before the egg. The egg meaning Liv, the girl I can't keep my mind off of. The chicken being all the other stuff that has been the death of me. My brother believes me, and so does my mother, but the rest of them, I don't know. Liv's opinion is the only one that matters right now. Never thought I could say that about one girl. Because, before her, there were dozens. Sometimes more than one a night. The only thing I can do is move on. Do what I love doing. Making billions come secondary to racing and creating. But when my first love clashes with my first real love, things are shattered, broken, and I don't know if I can recover from it this time. Until three words are spoken to me, but are they the right words?