Supercross Me (Motocross Me #2) by Cheyanne Young Page B

bike number was two-twenty-two—slapped a hand on the shiny red paint of my tailgate. “Hey, gorgeous! Don’t leave just yet! Come back to the party. Beer’s on me.”
    “Party, huh?” Ash’s voice made my blood turn to ice. “Guess I’ll let you go.”
    The call ended and I stared at the screen, glowing bright in the dark. “Sup?” Gee said, his grin tinged with the effects of alcohol.
    “I’m not single,” I said, unlocking my truck and climbing inside without another word.
    At least, I hoped I wasn’t.

Chapter 12
     
     
    One freaking dinner. That’s all I got before Ash left town again without so much as a goodbye. I shouldn’t have expected it—I hardly ever got a goodbye from him now. Not unless I happened to be hanging out with Shelby when he was heading back to the airport. I hate how seeing him brings out all of these emotions in me, visceral and painful parts of my heart that I’ve tried so hard to forget about.
    Every time he shows up, I fall completely in love with him again. And every time he leaves, my heart breaks all over again. It’s like some kind of screwed up time machine of back and forth cycles that will never end. The worst part is that I can’t tell anyone about it. Shelby wouldn’t know how to help me since the guy in question is her brother, and she’s my only friend.
    I have to forget about him. Again. Right now.
    It’s the one of the last Fridays before a normal race, so I decide to throw myself into my job in an effort to forget about Ash. From signing in riders to hanging signs and refilling the cups at the concession stand, I am constantly looking for something to do with my hands. I need to stay busy, focused on my job. I even left my phone back in my room because the last thing I needed to do was constantly wonder if every beep or phantom vibration was a text from Ash apologizing for not getting a chance to tell me goodbye.
    I climb up the metal stairs that lead to the score tower, my arms full of new reams of copier paper. I’d noticed that our printer only had a few pages left and had taken it upon myself to drive to the nearest office supply store to restock. I stop at the top of the stairs when I think I hear my name. I turn around.
    “Hey, Hana!”
    I follow the voice and find Lincoln peering up at me from a few yards away. I almost don’t recognize him because his shock of black hair has been covered by a baseball cap. He waves at me when I see him. “You busy?”
    I gesture toward the paper in my hands. “Kind of.”
    “I mean after that.”
    Before I can answer, a little kid on a tiny dirt bike rolls up, jolting to a stop in front him. The kid’s gloved hand points at something and Lincoln kneels down, examining the bike. I kick open the door and set down the stacks of paper and then step back outside to see what he wanted. He’s still talking to the kid, sitting on his knees so he’s on his level. I watch as his hands move around, probably telling him some kind of advice for riding judging by the way his hand moves through the air like a dirt bike. He says something and the kid nods, then he grabs the back of the kid’s helmet and gives it a little shake.
    I can’t help but smile. When the kid rides away, Lincoln looks back up and catches my eye. Even from the distance, I can see him smiling too.
    “What is it?” I call out, resting my hands on the railing.
    He looks around and then shakes his head. “I don’t want to yell it.”
    Oh.
    OH .
    He’s going to ask me out. I’ve never been more sure of anything. And as I watch him walk the pathway toward the stairs, I’m not sure if I should run away or dive head first into the adventure of dating a new person. It’s been a few months, after all. If Ash had wanted me back, he could have said something when he was here. It doesn’t matter what I want. If Ash is happy moving on, then I really have no choice.
    I’m still running through a list of pros and cons in my head when Lincoln scales the