My mom still didn’t know about the bike or my racing.
No one does. She’d have a heart attack.
That’s why I made it such a point that no one could know who I was.
From the dark side of the garage, I saw Eric emerge. “So, there you are.”
He walked over and gave me an appreciative study from beneath the lifted visor of his helmet. “Think you’ll beat me this year.”
I nodded slowly.
He laughed before giving my shoulder a rough slap. “That’s cute.”
Then he turned and strolled from the garage whistling while he buckled his chin strap.
***
I’m going to beat him this year. I couldn’t wait to put his ego in check.
The challengers this year had been way more formidable.
And I beat them all. I knew how much I’d improved.
He’s mine.
He’ll be fixing my car by nightfall tonight. I w
