Nicole had never watched a motocross race before. Her eyes glazed over as she watched the motorcycles zip past the camera. It required more acrobatic skill than she’d thought, and also the apparent ability to defy gravity. She couldn’t tell which one was Griffin, but somehow Max could. His body leaned from side to side as he tracked his second son’s movements.
Even though Griffin was in the lead—according to Max’s yells—his father wasn’t happy with how the race was going. “Don’t hold back,” he kept shouting. “Attack the course! Attack! What’s wrong with you, boy?”
Nicole bit her lip to hold back her smile. Would Max ever be completely happy with anything his children did?
At any rate, she was just biding her time until the race ended and she could do the thing she’d been putting off for
