Last Chance - L. P. Dover Page 0,35
had just two more people to pass. “That’s Chance Harris,” Evan informed me, pointing at the other rider on an orange and black KTM bike, similar to Luke’s. “He and Luke have the same sponsor. They’re good friends.”
They battled beside each other until Luke passed him on the left, bolting away from him. There was one lap left and it was as if Luke found a second surge of energy, high-tailing it past the rider in first.
“Wow, he’s amazing,” I said breathlessly.
Evan held out his arms. “Like I said, he’s the best. He’s been riding ever since he could walk.”
“That early, huh?”
“Yeah, his parents never really paid attention to him. It was what got him out of their hair.”
Luke sped through the last series of jumps and flew across the finish line, back flipping in the air as flames shot up through the columns.
I couldn’t imagine anyone not paying attention to their kids. My parents were always involved with me and Summer. “That’s heartbreaking,” I said, watching Luke pump his fists in the air. He seemed to do just fine on his own, but it had to be lonely for him.
Evan shrugged. “Luke’s happy with what he’s accomplished. Growing up, he was never without me and our friends. My parents love him like a son.”
“Spaghetti’s ready, guys,” Summer called out. I was so engrossed in watching Luke, I hadn’t realized she was standing beside us. She waved impatiently for me and Evan to join her at the table. “Any day now.”
Luke took the podium and held up his trophy, waving and smiling at his fans. The sports reporter walked over to him and held out the microphone. “How does it feel to know you won again for the sixth year at Supercross Atlanta?”
Chuckling, Luke shrugged and looked at the camera. “It’s hard to describe it. All I can say is that it was a tight race and all the guys pushed hard. I look forward to competing again next year.”
“What are your plans tonight to celebrate?” the woman asked.
He smiled at her and then at the camera. I could almost imagine he was looking at me. “Actually, I think I’m going to go back to my hotel and take it easy. There’s someone special I need to call.”
The reporter winked at the camera. “Let’s just hope that someone special knows how lucky she is.” I was stunned into silence. When I turned to face Summer and Evan, they both stared at the TV and then at me.
“Was he talking about you?” Summer asked.
I looked at them both and didn’t know what to say. Summer was obviously Team Grayson and Evan was Team Luke. The last thing I wanted was to hear Summer say it wasn’t a good idea. “He called me last night and we talked. It wasn’t a long conversation, but it was nice. Then he texted me today and asked if he could call me after the race.”
Evan grinned, and Summer asked, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I knew you’d look at me like you are now,” I grumbled.
Sighing, she sat down at the table and we joined her. “All I’m saying is, you need to talk to Grayson. I’m not telling you who you should be with, but before the accident, you were engaged to him. You have a history.”
“So did her and Luke,” Evan cut in.
Summer closed her eyes. “Either way, they both need an equal chance.”
The thought of being with two men probably appealed to most ladies in the world, but to me, it was anything but. “Fine,” I gave in. “Instead of calling Grayson, I’ll go and see him.”
Summer nodded, but I could see the turmoil in her eyes. “It’s only fair, Lara.”
What wasn’t fair was getting my memories taken away by a drunk driver who decided to get intoxicated and go for a joy ride. I found out he was killed in the accident. At least he couldn’t drink and drive and hurt someone else. It was the only fair thing about the whole situation.
“I think we’re going to head out, sis,” Summer called. “Emma-Grace is wiped out.”
I finished drying up the dishes and gave her a hug. “Thanks for cooking tonight. It was delicious.”
She beamed. “Thank you. And don’t forget, the tavern closes at ten, so make sure you catch Grayson before he leaves. I don’t want him thinking I didn’t tell you he called.”
I rolled my eyes. “I might have amnesia, but I’m not brain dead,” I joked. “I promise I’ll