Page 98 of Broken Trails
Jax: You better start training.
Jax: If you want first, you’ll need to fight for it.
I stare at the screen, heart kicking up. He’s right. I’ve been slacking. And if I want that win, I need to train more. Push harder. I know the track. I know the place. And I know exactly who I want riding with me while I do.
The only problem?
She’s been ghosting me.
Which is how I end up at her place, parked out front like a stalker with a death wish. I knock once. She opens the door, and her eyes go wide. “W-what are you doing here?”
I shrug, all casual as hell. “What, we can’t hang out anymore?” She crosses her arms, still standing in the doorway, so I keep going. “Get changed. We’re going for a ride.”
“A ride?”
“Yeah, Freckles. A ride.”
She blinks up at me before looking around. “But I’m in the middle of working.” Right. That’s a thing. I realise, in real time, I have no fucking idea what she does for work.
I squint. “Wait—what do you do for work?”
She leans against the frame, arms still crossed. “I’m the department head of a management agency. We oversee campaigns and media rollout for creative clients—mostly marketing and branding. I run a specialised team.”
“So… you’re like a full CEO.”
She smirks. “Basically.”
“That’s hot,” I blurt out, not caring. She looks unimpressed. “Can you spare an hour or two?”
She hesitates. I see the flicker in her eyes—surprise, maybe curiosity—but she doesn’t argue. “Fine. Give me five.” She huffs quickly before she disappears down the hallway. When she returns, I lose my fucking mind. She’s dressed in denim shortsthat hug her wide hips, gold buckle on a black belt catching the light. Black tee tucked in just enough to tease the curve of her waist and those perfect fucking tits. Black cowboy boots, and that auburn hair spilling down her back in soft waves.
Her thighs are bare. Smooth. Strong.
And I can’t stop staring.
She lifts a brow. “What are you staring at?”
“I like… this outfit.” I motion vaguely, dragging my eyes back up to hers. “Where’d you get the boots?”
“Imogen.” I smile, slow and stupid. She fits here. Better than she knows.
“Looks good on you. All of it.” I can’t keep my eyes off her legs. They might just be my new fucking weakness.
She crosses her arms again. “So you showed up uninvited to ogle my legs?”
“No. But it’s a bonus.” I toss her the helmet. She catches it with a soft oomph, brows furrowed as she turns it over in her hands. “Come on. Got something to show you.”
She starts to follow but stops short when she spots the second helmet sitting on my seat.
Her eyes narrow. “Wait… so you do have two helmets?”
“Now I do. Got it yesterday.”
“Why?” Her tone is sharp. Suspicious.
I shrug, casual as hell. “For you.”
Her head tilts. “You bought me a helmet?”
