LOGINThen, eventually, I ask her, “So.” I take another bite, “Any plans tonight?” She looks thoughtful. Actually, thoughtful. Which immediately concerns me, then she smiles. “I have an idea.” I look up at her with a mouthful of potatoes, “Oh?” She nods, “It’s something we’ve never done together.” That
By the time I get home this evening, I feel good. Training had gone well. Coach Dixon is happy with our progress. Dale is happy with what he saw today out on our track. Vegas is getting closer with every passing second. My plans are falling into place. Too perfectly almost. Which naturally makes me
The meeting starts wrapping up. People start standing, stretching, and talking. Then I remember something that needs to be addressed. I look around at everyone. Right, I need to address this. I clear my throat, and everyone looks over. I fold my arms, “One more thing.” They look confused as I look a
The next morning starts the way most practice race mornings do. Too early, too cold, and too much coffee. I park up outside the training grounds and sit in my car for a minute before getting out. My hand automatically checks my pocket. The ring box is still there. Good. I shake my head at myself. Th
My mom gasps dramatically, covering her mouth, “Oh, my god.” I frown, thinking about what my mother is about to say. She points at Jen through the camera, “You’re pregnant.” Jen chokes on her own saliva as my mom continues with what she assumes is the news. “Oh gosh, honey, I’m gonna be a grandma—”
I have never realized just how exhausting keeping a secret can be. Not because I’m regretting it. Not because I’m not sure. But because apparently the entire state of California has decided that my proposal plans are community property. I stand in the kitchen pretending to look through the fridge wh
“Oh. But every rider is different, right? I mean, you don’t all do the same thing at the same time, right?” She’s so adorable when she gets flustered, as she is right now.“Yeah, every rider is different. Some don’t do a walk-through of the track, others do a quick walk and work on their bikes until
What I didn’t tell Jen was that when she was in the shower and I was resting, I made arrangements for a minivan to pick us up. I needed to make sure it was big enough so this fucking chair can go in easier than it did in that damn taxi. I hate seeing that look on her face when something so simple pr
“You’re shitting me right man?” I shake my head telling him no I’m not shitting him. “You were gonna race against Garrett?” There’s that name again. Why does it sound and feel familiar? God, I hate having a partial loss of memory right now. This is pissing me off so much right now it’s giving me a h
Jen gasps and slaps me across my chest, avoiding my broken arm. “I can’t believe that of all the things about me, that is the one you remember.” Her face turns reddish pink, making me unsure if she’s embarrassed or blushing. OR maybe both.“When it comes to you, sweet cheeks, I have never forgotten.







