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Spend more time with Lincoln.
Make my dad happy.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” I sigh. “And absolutely no one can find out…” I continue, sucking in a deep breath. “I want you to race in my spot at Nationals.”
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I never thought I’d hear those words come out of his mouth and when they do, my jaw drops. He pulls me by my arm into the empty dining room and lays out a plan that seems fool proof.
Now the only challenge would be to see that plan through without fail.
It involves lying and I hate that the most. I don’t want to lie to Reiss but there’s absolutely no way he will be on board with the whole thing. Colson also hates that we were lying to him and I don’t know why he decided to do it. It’s like something switched inside him after seeing his father.
“This doesn’t change anything,” he adds. “I still don’t think it’s a good idea to blur the lines anymore. It’s strictly business.”
I nod. As much as I want Colson, I can ride and takemy feelings out of it for a couple of months. It will suck but I can do it.
I want to do it for him.
If anyone deserves to go pro, it’s Colson.
The insecure part of myself begins to instantly creep into my head.
“What if I can’t do it?” I blurt. “Oh my god, Colson. What if someone realizes it’s not you out there?”
He pushes his finger against my lips, “Stop worrying. I’ll be coming back from an injury, no one will expect my best riding.”
“What about Ryan?” I plead, “He will know something is up. He’s like a blood hound.”
Colson shrugs, “I’ll handle things with Ryan. You just train with him like you normally would so nothing is out of the ordinary.”
“And what about you?” I ask. “You are just going to let people think you are coming straight out of that boot and hit the track?”
“Would you expect anything less?” he smirks.
I stare at him before agreeing, “No, you’re right.”
His face fills with a devilish grin that I swear melts my panties right off me, “Say that one more time.”
“No way, dipshit.”
He steps closer to me, “Say it, baby Bane.”
“You’re right.” I mumble.
Instantly the tension is released like a rubber band flip to the neck when Reiss enters the room. Colson steps back like he might be burned by me.
“You two in here trying to think of a way to bust out of here?” He laughs. “If I have to hear Nana Raines talkabout Lincoln anymore I might vomit. That woman adores you.”
I flip my long dark hair over my shoulder, “I am adorable.”
“Yeah,” Reiss agrees. “In a feral kitten skinwalker kind of way.”
Shoving his arm I push past him, leaving Colson to hash it out with his best friend and head into the kitchen.
Dad and Colson’s dad are in deep discussion about the bikes the boys are riding for Nationals and my mom is loading the dishwasher with the plates from dinner.
