LOGIN“There’s my emotionally unstable princess,” Sav announces sarcastically. Selena snorts. “You two are never allowed to leave me alone with my thoughts again.” I stand and wrap her into a quick hug. “That’s what we’re here for.” “Also,” Sav adds, standing too, “we’re about to spend an unreaso
Morning sunlight pours through the curtains of my suite at Hotel ZaZa, dragging me slowly out of sleep. For a few peaceful seconds, I stay curled beneath the blankets, warm and comfortable, half dreaming about Greg’s voice from the night before. Then reality returns. Dallas, Texas. Flights home toda
“No,” I agree softly. “That’s what makes it worse.” Greg nods grimly. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then Greg leans back against the couch cushions. “Well,” he says carefully, “my day was significantly less emotionally traumatic.” I narrow my eyes immediately. “That sounds suspicious already.
By the time I finally return to my room at Hotel ZaZa that night, the city outside has transformed into a sea of glowing lights and distant music drifting up from the streets below. Dinner with Sav and Selena stretched on for hours. What started as a simple meal turned into cocktails, desserts we ab
“You don’t have to thank us for existing,” I tell her firmly. Sav nods. “You’re stuck with us.” Selena looks emotional for a second, but quickly covers it with a smile. “Lucky me.” The three of us slide out of the booth and gather our bags. I am still laughing at something Sav said as we start tow
The afternoon Texas heat wraps around Sav and me as we climb out of the cab and make our way toward the small Mexican restaurant Selena has picked for lunch. The place sits on a lively corner in Uptown Dallas, bright colored tiles decorating the entrance while music drifts softly through the open do
“Who is the friend you are talking about, whom you’re staying with? Is it anybody we know?” Shit. I can feel myself starting to panic. I look at the guys on the table, then at Jen, then at Andrea, who looks like she could eat me alive with one of her eyebrows raised and lips tilted to one side, then
“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
“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







