They say that the search for love is like a car race: we find it when we fly into the oncoming lane at full speed. And when the self-confident asshole with whom you slept at your best friends wedding and about whom you are crazy again is a famous racer, then this is not a metaphor at all. Convincing yourself that that night was a mistake and lying to everyone about your true feelings seems to be the only way out. But the one you can't get out of your head isn't going to do the same. After all, he is used to fighting until the very end. Especially in a race with a painful past, in which his own life is at stake.