Who are we really? More important, Who Have We Been? And how does that define who we are in this lifetime? Could a vow made by her soul so many millennia ago affect who she was today?
To Hugh’s mother, love meant a beautiful masculine body with a matching cheque book. To his father, love meant curvy breasts, forever-long legs and a limitless libido.
For Hugh, love had two wheels, a throaty mechanical roar and the sense of—racing—running—winning against the demons in his head.
His was the only true understanding of love. Love was the pressure of the wind against his chest and the purring vibration of a mechanical beast between his thighs.
Love was the distance that grew with speed. Peace that came with distance.
The elation that came with winning.
Love was an illusion.
And then came Riki.
Could the desire to atone for an ancient wrong drive him to love against impossible odds?