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brother and dad ride. There was nothing else to do so I came with them.” She motions toward the bleachers where she had been sitting when we arrived. “Unlike you , no one needs me here until tomorrow,” she says with a playful flirty tone in her voice that just really annoys me.
    I reach over and grab Jace’s hand, hoping to remind him that I exist and that he can, oh you know, introduce me at any moment.
    That moment never comes though, because one second later, someone yells out Jace’s name. Still holding hands, we walk toward the person who just called for him, who is thankfully a guy and not another cute girl.
    I glance out at the track, a large dirt monstrosity of turns and jumps. A few riders are on the track now, their bikes rumbling past us with each lap. Last summer, Jace had built a track similar to this in his back yard, but it wasn’t nearly this big or impressive.
    Jace shakes hands with the guy in front of us. “Hey Frank, what’s going on?”
    Frank is a middle-aged man with shaggy hair and leathery tanned skin, who can’t seem to keep still. “I’m going crazy here, man.” He runs his hands through his hair as he talks. He’s either had way too much coffee today, or he’s got a past I wouldn’t want to know about. “My concession stand is blowing up with customers and they ain’t wanting any of my food.”
    Jace narrows his brows. “What do you mean?”
    “They all heard about Jace Adams and they want an autograph,” he says.
    This makes my boyfriend laugh. “Are you serious?”
    Frank nods. “As a mother -fucking heart attack, I tell you. They want to pay for it too. So I’ve got a business deal for you, Jace. You get me signed posters of you and we can split the money.”
    “Umm,” Jace says, running a lazy hand through his hair as he thinks. “I’ve got a stack of posters that I could sign, I guess. But people don’t have to pay for them. You can just give them away.”
    Frank’s face falls. “I don’t need people standing in line for free stuff! I have to make money. I only get paid when they buy something.”
    “So make the posters free with the purchase of food,” Jace says.
    Frank nods as his gaze wanders off into the distance. “Yeah,” he says, nodding. “Yeah I can do that. I can make a sign that says that today.” He claps Jace on the shoulder and thanks him before walking off while muttering to himself.
    “That was weird,” I say.
    Jace shrugs. “That’s just how he is.”
    We walk toward a two story white building that overlooks the track as I replay what just happened in my head. “I can’t believe people want your autograph.”
    Jace squeezes my hand in his and smiles. “And that’s why I love you.”
     
     
    We stay at the track for a few hours, mostly hanging out on the second floor of that white building. It’s an office space that is used to keep score of the race results and it also has the main microphone that makes announcements across the whole facility. Off to the side of the room is a hallway with three offices. One of them belongs to Jace.
    I sit on the edge of his desk, which is empty except for a laptop, a framed photo of us, a plastic shaker for protein drinks and two apples. He works on the computer, checking emails and organizing his training schedule with all of his clients, explaining all the various aspects of his job to me as he works.
    In the few moments of silence between his explanations, I try to think of a way to bring up the topic of sex again. Namely, the topic of sex and how I’m ready to have it. But it is not as easy as opening my mouth and letting the words spill out. In the back of my mind, I know it is that easy—just open your freaking mouth and say it. But every time my mouth opens, my throat gets dry and my palms get sweaty and I end up closing it without uttering a word.
    So yeah, I pretty much stay silent the whole time.
    “I’m almost done here,” Jace says. “Sorry it’s been so boring.”
    “It’s