Page 79 of Finding Delaware

“Are you sure it’s legit? It’s not like a scam or anything?”

“Oh, it’s legit.” Salem pulls up her phone. “I have all the info being sent to your emails as we speak.”

My fingers curl into my hair as I gaze at her, awestruck. “How did this happen?”

“I tagged them in the videos I posted of your stunts at the rally, and they apparently liked what they saw. You guys and twenty-three others will compete to win a spot in their FMX and Best Trick competitions in August.”

Christian and I blink at her. “Only one spot?”

She nods, smiling. “Yep. Only one. They’re picking someone from every state.”

A slow, wicked grin spreads on my lips. When I glance at Christian, I see a matching one staring back at me.

“May the best rider win, motherfucker.” He raises his fist to bump it against mine, and I feel absolutely ecstatic. On cloud fucking nine.

This is the shit we’ve been dreaming about since we started doing jumps in Christian’s backyard when we were seven.

Plopping back down on the couch, I grab my coffee for a sip. “Where’s the qualifier at?”

“It changes yearly, but lucky for us, it’s at the motorsport’s park near Gville.”

Christian looks over and flicks my nose. “The same place you ate shit and lost your scholarship to your douchebag stepbrother,cariño.”

“Thanks for the reminder, asshole,” I mutter, chest tightening. He doesn’t know about Huck transferring the scholarshipto me. Nor does he know that violating my probation and getting thrown into jail lost me the scholarship, but I don’t plan on telling him. It’s tender, still.

“Alright, now that all that’s out of the way.” Salem picks up her mug and finally takes a sip because she’s a psycho who likes room-temperature coffee. “On to the next point, I came over here to make. Your brand.”

"T.O.T?"

“Yeah. Videos of stunts will only get us so far, I want to start expanding outwards.”

Christian rubs his temples. “You our manager now or something?”

“No, I’m yourmarketingmanager.” A pensive look crosses her face. “I was actually thinking of making Logan your manager.”

“What, why?”

“Because he’s graduating this year with a degree in business management,” she deadpans, and Christian just nods.

“Shit, yeah. That checks.”

Shaking my head, I set BB down on the floor before she destroys the leather couch. “What did you mean about expanding the brand?”

“I don’t know, like branching out beyond just your rally performances.” She takes up a spot in between us. “Any ideas?”

Christian snaps his fingers. “I got one. OnlyFans.”

Salem bursts out laughing while I scoff.

“Uh, no. I’m a grower, not a shower.”

“That’s not even what that means,” he grins. “And you show off more than anyone I know.”

“Yeah, with my bike. Not my dick.”

“Ok, no OnlyFans,” Salem says in between chuckles. “Any other ideas that don’t involve getting naked?”

“Fuck, I’m out.” Christian throws up his hands while I reach over to give him a shove.

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