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Finally I chuckle, causing her to turn around and elbow me in the shoulder. “Shut up.”
“I need to go back and meet Ryan at the track, but first I’m going by Willow Hills.”
Willow Hills is the nursing home where my Nana lives. She’s basically all I have in this town. The last time I saw her she wasn’t doing too well.
Lincoln doesn’t do anything but nod, and when we get there she doesn’t offer to get out.
“Just come in,” I say. “I don’t know how long she’ll want to talk. Plus, no one visits her but me, so it’ll be nice for her to see a new face.”
Surprisingly, for what might be the first time in three years, she doesn’t argue with me.
She’s met my Nana a couple other times when we were little, before she got to a place where she couldn’t take care of herself. What’s sad is that she probably won’t even recognize Lincoln.
I follow Lincoln in, trying my best to pry my eyes away from her swaying hips. Hips I shouldnotbe looking at.
“Colson, is that you?” My Nana asks as we walk into her room. “Forgive me dear, you know my eyes are bad.”
“Yeah, Nana it’s me. I brought a friend.”
She studies us for a second, before speaking. “I know who you are, young lady, you’re the Bane girl. Reiss’ sister.”
I’m actually a little shocked.
“Yep,” Lincoln says, sweetly leaning in to give her a hug. “I’m Lincoln.”
My Nana smiles, taking us both in before letting Lincoln’s hand go. “Colson talks about you sometimes. You are just as pretty as he said.”
My heart sinks down into the pit of my stomach when Lincoln’s head shoots my way.
Way to sell me out, Nana.
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Lincoln
The next few days are hell watching Reiss and Colson ride, having to observe from the back deck. It overlooks the entire track and it's better than standing down low. You can see everything.
Reiss and Colson fight on the track and it’s rough, Colson always pushing Reiss a little too hard, and after about thirty minutes they come off the track. I watch as Colson yanks his helmet off, and the sweat glistens in his hair.
Jesus.
Why does he have to look like that? Like seriously, would it kill my brother to have an ugly best friend?
But no. Colson is gorgeous and it’sinfuriating.
Reiss walks inside the shop but Colson walks toward me. He glances up at the deck from the ground, “You gawking at me again, baby Bane?”
I lean over the railing, my hair falling around my shoulders, “Could say the same about you, I know you’re thirsty and here you are talking to me. Are you thirsty for something else, Colson?”
His lips tilt into a smirk, but he doesn’t speak. He just winks at me before disappearing into the shop with Reiss. It feels a little more flirty than annoying. I don’t even know what to do with it. Not even three seconds later my phone is vibrating in my hand.
Colson
If I didn’t know better I’d think you were flirting with me.
I smile typing as fast as I can.
Lincoln
