a big straw hat, it wasn’t protecting her from the hot sun.
Ginny was whistling as her boyfriend, Jacob, climbed on his bike. Ginny waved at him, blowing kisses.
“So, once his race is over, we can head for a nice air-conditioned bistro or something on the strip?” Jennifer asked, grinning.
Ginny laughed. “If he wins, he keeps going until he’s eliminated.”
“Or wins it all?” Jennifer offered.
Ginny tapped her nose. “You’ve got it. Seriously, though, Jenn, thanks for coming with me.”
“Of course. I’m sorry for griping. Not used to the heat. The North made me too soft.”
“I still don’t know how you survived all those bitter cold winters.”
“Layers. Lots of layers.” Jennifer winked.
Ginny chuckled. “Oh, they’re starting!”
Jennifer turned to the race track. Two motorcycles sat there, revving their engines as the lights flashed from red to green.
In a split second it went from revving engines to a cloud of dust as the bikes raced across the desert plain in less than a minute.
Jennifer couldn’t keep up with the fast pace and the screams deafened her. When the dust finally settled, there were two bikes at the end of the track.
“He won!” Ginny leaped up. “Come on, let’s go down there. I promised him a kiss if he won.”
“And if he didn’t?”
Ginny grinned. “You don’t want to know.”
Jennifer laughed and followed Ginny down off the bleachers toward the track. Jacob and his opponent were riding their bikes back slowly up the side to where all the other competitors were waiting.
As they approached Jacob, he was shaking hands with the biker he’d just trounced and Jennifer had a nagging suspicion that she knew him.
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