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“It feels okay,” she whispers, tugging my shirt to whereI’m standing closer to her. “It feels right, and you know it.”
“You say that now, but how is it gonna feel when your brother finds out? He will never forgive me, Lincoln. I can’t do that to him.”
She stares at me for a moment and it hurts me to see the disappointment in her eyes. Instead of arguing like I know she wants to, like she usually does, she steps back and drops the hem of my shirt.
“I’m gonna shower.”
She glides past me and heads toward my room. She never looks back over her shoulder and itkillsme.
8
Lincoln
It’s hot, like easily a hundred degrees as the sun beats down on me in all my riding gear. It was a long two weeks with no riding, and Reiss and Colson were gone for a few days racing in Georgia. They wouldn’t stand for me going, not after Dr. Marlow said no training, so I was stuck here with Mom breathing down my neck.
I haven’t heard a peep from Colson since our kiss, and I wouldn’t say I’m freaking out about it but I wouldn’t say I’m not freaking out either. Did he tell Reiss? Did he not tell Reiss? Do Iwanthim to tell Reiss?
“Look, Linc, you’re letting off the throttle too early.” Ryan says, raking a line in the dirt with his boot. “Don’t let off until you reach this line.”
Nodding, I slip my helmet back on and head back around the track. I hammer down and watch for my line in the dirt before letting off the throttle, the second I release Ican tell I’m going too fast and turn too late. I fly over the berm and separate from my bike, hitting the ground with a thud.
Ouch.
I sit up and sigh when I see Reiss and Colson walking toward me.
“Damn, Linc, you okay?” Reiss asks, throwing his hand out to help me up.
“Yeah,” I huff, standing. “Just trying to shave some time off.”
Colson stands behind Reiss and snorts, “Looks like the only thing you’re shaving is dirt.”
I stare at him. So we’re back there? Back to Colson being a complete dickwad? Cool.
“We’ll pick this up again tomorrow,” Ryan states, grabbing my shoulder. “We’ll get you where you wanna be. Don’t worry.”
I watch as he disappears into the shop, and I turn to Reiss, “How was the race?”
He smirks, “Good practice.”
“What’s wrong with him?” I ask, watching Colson walk into the house.
“His leg is bothering him, he rode like shit all weekend.”
There it is.
“He needs to see Dr. Marlow,” I quip. “Something could be wrong.”
“I know,” he sighs, “But you know Colson, he’s not gonna do anything that could risk amateur nationals. It’s our year, Linc.”
I tilt my brows in, “So he can stomp around and demand I go to the doctor but we can’t do that to him?”
He shrugs, “You know how he is.”
I stare him down. Yeah, that’s not fair. Stomping toward the house, I follow Colson inside.
“Reiss said you rode like shit all weekend,” I announce. “You need to see Dr. Marlow.”
“Yeah, I’m not doing that. It’s fine, I just need to do some more rehab on it.”
