“I’m not okay with that. I’m not asking you to compromise your dreams.” “But what about your dreams?” “You’re it.” She blinked, her mouth parting a whisper. “You’re it, Jessica James. And that’s the truth. Not racing or going fast. Not fixing up old cars. I want to spend my life with you. And maybe that makes me wrong in the head and unhealthy, or old-fashioned, but when I think of my future and what I want, all I see is you.”
