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
Jameson quickly wheels me away to our trailer so the boys can finish working on their bikes. “I can’t believe that psycho crazy bitch. How dare she say that we are engaged? I would never do that to Jen. We’re not engaged, are we?” I ask them, as the three of them would know more than I would about m
“If you even think about embarrassing me in front of all these cameras and my dad, I will make your life hell. Memory or not I don’t give a shit Greg. You are mine and only mine.”“Whatever you say, Princess, I’ll do just as you say, but I’m warning you now, Andrea, if you Mav or Garrett hurt Jen, y
Randy came and found me and took me over to the team pit, where a table and a microphone are set up ready for me to make my statement. What I am surprised to see behind the table on a trailer and stand is a bike in disarray. That can’t be my bike, surely. The front of the bike is pointing upwards, a
“Well, first of all, I don’t remember you, so why would I text you? Two, why are you and all these people surrounding me? And finally,” I turn and face all the cameras and mics, “I will do a press conference before the event starts at my teams' pit and will make a statement. No questions after my st







