Last Chance - L. P. Dover Page 0,80
cheered, as I hurried through the coliseum to get to my section. Luke’s race was starting and I didn’t want to miss him take off. That was always a crucial part in the race. Usually, there’d be a pile up at the first turn and if you got stuck behind, you were screwed.
A voice screamed my name and I saw Chance waving his hands frantically from the first row. I never realized how strange it would be to see everyone I’d forgotten now that I remembered everything. It was like I was living in a twilight zone. The first night I met Chance, he did flirt with me, and I could still remember the pissed off look on Luke’s face when he found us talking.
Chance kept waving and I could see the desperation on his face. I’d already been through hell. The last thing I needed was more bad news. I was breathless by the time I rushed down to him.
“Hey,” I said.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me down into the seat. “There’s something I have to tell you.”
My heart sank. “By the way you look, I don’t think I want to know.”
He scoffed. “I found out who helped Skylar. Luke already knows, but he wanted to tell you in person and not over the phone.”
I let the breath out I’d been holding and sighed. “I already know, Chance.”
Brows furrowed, he sat back. “I don’t understand. What do you know?”
My chest tightened and I could feel the tears threatening to come back, but I refused to cry again. “It was Grayson. Skylar came into the restaurant and told me everything.”
He gasped. “Holy shit. What happened after that?”
I huffed. “I went over to Grayson’s to confront him, and then the police showed up. I don’t know what’s going to happen now.”
Chance placed a hand on my shoulder, his gaze concerned. “Are you okay?”
I patted his hand and smiled. “I will be. I’m just ready for Luke to win the race so I can talk to him. There’s so much I have to say.” I wanted to tell him everything I was going to say on the night of the accident.
The riders lined up and their engines roared to life. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, Collins is going to win. He’s fired up over what happened.”
I found Luke in the line and waved so he’d know I was there. “Hopefully, it won’t make him ride sloppy.”
“It won’t. He saw you wave, he’ll be good to go.”
“What about the two-fifty race? How did you do? I’m so sorry I missed it.” I squeezed his arm.
With a wide grin, he winked. “First place, baby. I killed it.”
I threw my arms around him and laughed. “Congratulations! I’m so happy for you.”
“Thanks. Now all we need is for your boy to win and our sponsors will give us a big, fat raise.” At least there was something positive about the day.
As we refocused on the race that was about to start, time slowly trickled down and tension filled the air. The engines were so loud and thunderous I could feel the vibration through the seat.
“Here we go,” Chance shouted.
The gates dropped and the riders took off for the first turn. Luke and Troy Baker, his main competitor, were neck and neck and both made it out of the corner first, avoiding the traffic jam. I didn’t like Troy. I could tell the first time I met him, he was an arrogant prick.
The course was a series of turns, jumps, whoops, table-tops, and a massive big jump at the finish line. The whoops section was where I saw most of the accidents. It was a set of small jumps all piled together, and if you didn’t ride across it just right, you’d eat the dirt.
It was almost time for Luke to ride past us so I stood. “Come on, baby!” I shouted. Troy was so close to him, I didn’t like it. “Are they going to be on each other’s asses the entire time?” I asked Chance.
“Probably. They both want to win. Baker has always been jealous of Luke. It’s not an easy pill to swallow when you’re constantly second best.”
Grayson wanted to be better than Luke but it was a competition he couldn’t win. Maybe that was because Luke always had my heart, even when I desperately tried to give it to Grayson. The only problem was that I didn’t have it to give. I shouldn’t have kept the relationship going for as long as I did.