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“Well it sure as hell isn’t yours,” he adds. “So please don’t let your mind go there.”
Easier said than done.
“What happened between us… what’shappeningbetween us,” I correct. “It’s messy, Colson. I get that. I put you in a tough spot with Reiss and I don’t really know what will happen, but I do know that I don’t want to give you up.”
My heart physically aches at the thought of losing Colson after already knowing what it feels like to have him.
He pulls me into his arms, burying his face in my hair. “We will figure all of this out.”
My shoulders sag with relief, “You promise?”
He releases me, his beautiful dark green eyes sparkling down at me, “I promise.”
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Colson
Lincoln and I have kept a low profile for the past couple weeks, and I’ve done my best to dodge Reiss. However, today is unavoidable. It’s the day we test out the bikes for Nationals, but I haven’t rode in weeks.
I look down at my leg and sigh, here we go.
“Where the hell have you been?” Ryan asks when I walk into the shop. “Reiss said you are training alone at Silver Creek.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry,” I grimace. “I like to suffer in silence. My riding hasn’t been the best.”
Reiss’ dad speaks up, “Dr. Marlow cleared you to ride?”
I nod, “Yep, I’m just struggling.”
He puts his hand on my shoulder and squeezes, “You can do this in your sleep, don’t worry about it.”
If onlymydad thought that, I think to myself.
We walk over to the first bay of the garage and there are two dirtbikes with engine builds that you wouldn’t believe. Fast. Perfect. Winning bikes.
“Alright boys. Let's get these fired up and see what they’ve got.” Ryan instructs as Reiss and I lift them down off the stands.
We kickstart the bikes and head over to the starting gate where Ryan drops the metal gate and Reiss and I take off for the holeshot. The vibration in the bike and the roughness of the dirt on the track sends shooting pains up my shin into my knee.
Riding like this fucking hurts.
I take a deep breath and push through the pain, finishing the lap and pulling the bike over to where Ryan stands, jerking my helmet off. “That thing is fast as fuck. I wasn’t even wide open.”
“It’s not like you to ride so… I don’t know… safe.” He says.
I mash my lips together into a fine line, “I know, Ry. When push comes to shove I will perform. You know that.”
He nods, “I know. I just wish you would’ve told me that your leg was acting up. Maybe I could’ve changed your training schedule and helped you rehab it.”
He doesn’t know that either way the outcome would be the same. That my original surgery failed but I can’t tell him yet.
“I’m sorry but I promise you, I have a plan.”
He nods firmly and after Reiss finishes another lap, he stops next to me. “Who built these bikes? They are fast.”
Ryan laughs, pushing his shoulder playfully, “Did youforget we have connections? And that your dad is a supercross king?”
Reiss squinches his nose, hiding his smile, “That old man?”
