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expertise. I already hooked him up with some gear.
I nod. Sure thing. He s who I m looking for anyhow. We pass each other as we head in
opposite directions and I turn towards Dad as he goes by. Jackson Cruze is in the office.
Dad tilts his head. You don t say. What s he want?
I shrug. He asked me last night if he could come by and ride.
Dad s eyes narrow with suspicion. You sure he s just here for that and not you.
Dad, I say, dragging out his name. Jackson and I are over. Panic hits me as I realize my dad
is about to walk in there with my ex who now believes I have a new tattooed, sexy boyfriend. But, he
does think I m sort of dating Trip.
Dad scratched his head. Why would he think that?
Because Trip and I made Jackson believe we re a couple.
His lips twist. Why would Trip agree to that?
We ran into Jackson at the restaurant last night. After I filled Trip in, he came up with a brilliant
plan to make Jackson jealous by pretending to date each other.
He rubs his face. Honey, I know you ve been in love with Jackson for a long time, and he hurt
you real bad, but this seems like an awfully dangerous way to go about getting his attention.
Sometimes things that start out as a game can get very serious and very out of hand quickly when it
comes to playing with people s hearts.
I take a step towards him and throw my arms around his thin shoulders. We ve got it all under
control, Dad. Don t worry. I promise no one will get hurt.
He sighs into my hair. I can t help but worry. You re my baby. I don t like to see you upset.
I hug him tighter. It s nice to know at least one person in this world loves me.
Chapter 7
I Said It
TRIP
I yank the black and white jersey over my head and then readjust my vented pants that Bill just
gave me to ride in while I m here. If I go into this business I need to see if Lanie and Aubrey s new
advertising company can get the Black Falcon logo on some track wear. That would be badass.
You look good, Holly says as she walks in the garage. You look like the real deal.
I glance down at my new gear. It s pretty sweet. I never knew these pants were part rubber,
though.
She leans against the bike I m standing next to. Haven t you ridden before?
Of course I have, but only for fun, never on a track like this, I admit to her.
She tilts her head. I was under the impression you were a bike riding expert. That s why your
friend, Mr. Snare, hired you.
I laugh. It s kind of cute that she s so clueless. I m an expert at many things, but riding a bike
isn t one of them. You won t see me doing any crazy jumps today, not that I d be afraid to learn.
She smiles. Awesome, now I have something to give you in return for helping me out with
Jackson. I ll teach you some basic tricks.
You can do that shit? When she nods, I swear she just got a little fucking hotter. Awesome.
I ll take that deal. Speaking of deals, I m glad things are going well with the asshole.
Holly pinches my arm. Let s not call him names. He wanted to kiss me. This actually seems to
be working pretty well. He s totally jealous.
I grab the helmet off the bike handle and glance over at her. You didn t let him kiss you, did
you? She shakes her head, and for some crazy reason I feel relieved, which is really fucked up. The
plan is working. The guy wants her. I should be thrilled. Good. Don t let him. You need to play hard
to get a while longer.
She licks her lips. So we need to still pretend to date?
Oh, yeah, his suffering has just begun.
She laughs. I think I m beginning to enjoy your sadistic way of thinking. Payback is exactly what
Jackson needs. This is the best I ve felt in a couple weeks.
I tilt my head as I study her. Are you sure about that? It seemed like you were feeling pretty
good at the bar when you were with me.
She throws her hands on her hips. Are you ever going to let that go? I told you I was drunk. I m
not normally so forward.
I chuckle. Oh, believe me, sweetness, I learned that yesterday.
Holly wears a smug grin. Why because I didn t fall for all the lines you threw me about getting
into my pants. Being so direct won t always get what you want, you know.
I shove the helmet back onto the handlebar. Oh, I don t know. It s worked pretty well for me so
far in a lot of aspects of my life. I nod towards the bike that s parked next to mine. Come show me
around this place.
She smiles. All right. Let me go grab my gear from the house. I ll meet you in the parking lot.
I nod. I ll push the bike out and wait for you.
Holly turns and walks out of the garage and I can t help but to watch her ass as she leaves. It s
pretty fucking great. Too great in my opinion for Jackson guys like us don t deserve nice girls.
I flick the kickstand down into the gravel and lean against it while I wait on Holly. The screen
door on the office slams shut and Jackson comes sauntering out. The suit he s wearing is identical to
mine only I wear it better.
Jackson smirks as he eyes the bike behind me. You re a rider? How come I ve never seen you
around here before?
I pull a pair of sunglasses out of my pocket and slip them on my face. I m new in town.
Is that right? I don t care for the snide tone in his voice. No one challenges me even a little bit
and gets away with it.
I stiffen my back. Yeah. That s right. What of it?
Jackson raises his eyebrows. It s just I know all the riders around here.
Like I said, I m new, and to be honest I don t care for the fucking third degree you re trying to
give me. If you know what s good for you, you ll back off. Now.
He narrows his eyes at me. Maybe you don t get how things work around here, so I m going to
fill you in. I run this place. Nothing goes on around here without my okay.
I laugh. That s funny, because I sure as hell swooped in and stole your girl from under your
nose.
He shakes his head. You and I both know I can get Holly back anytime I want her. When I get
tired of fucking around and I m ready to settle down, she ll take me back. Don t doubt my hold on her.
I own her.
My fingers curl into fists at my side. I know the plan is to make him want her back, but after
talking to this motherfucker, I know she deserves better. The urge to protect her rages inside me.
That s what you fucking think. I d like to see you try and take her from me.
Jackson smirks. Care to place a bet on that?
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