Each book in this series features a different couple and a complete happily ever after. Adrien Feraud has spent twelve years making other men win. He fetches water bottles in crosswinds, surrenders his wheel when his captain gets a flat in the final kilometers, places himself between his team leader and every headwind in the Pyrenees. He is the consummate domestique — built for endurance, not glory — and he is very good at wanting nothing for himself. It is the safest thing he knows how to do... moreEach book in this series features a different couple and a complete happily ever after. Adrien Feraud has spent twelve years making other men win. He fetches water bottles in crosswinds, surrenders his wheel when his captain gets a flat in the final kilometers, places himself between his team leader and every headwind in the Pyrenees. He is the consummate domestique — built for endurance, not glory — and he is very good at wanting nothing for himself. It is the safest thing he knows how to do. Then Velanova Pro Cycling signs Piero Zanetti. Twenty-six, Italian, quietly and firmly gay in a sport that has never produced an openly gay Tour contender. Adrien assumes the role he always assumes: engine beneath someone else's ambition. What he doesn't expect is that Piero starts watching him back. Not the watching of a leader assessing his domestique. Piero starts asking questions no one has thought to ask — why Adrien eats last, why a man this strong has never wanted anything for himself. And then the question Adrien has no answer for: Why has someone as strong as you never let anyone carry the bottles for him? Across twenty-one stages of the Tour de France, a slow burn built on devotion, sacrifice, and protective inversion reshapes what both men understand about winning. Adrien has organized his entire psychology around not needing anyone. Piero is asking him to dismantle that — slowly, with patience, without performance. Will Adrien learn that receiving isn't the same as losing? Or will he spend himself for someone else's glory one final time and never know what his own could have looked like? less
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