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span of it. She turned her head and laid her cheek against his heart, listening to the calming beat.
    “I know that brother of mine was an ass. A careless, reckless fuck that treated you like shit and left you high and dry to fend for yourself and my nephew. He was a damn idiot and did stupid shit, and that’s how he got himself killed. Only a dumbass rides a crotch rocket going a hundred and ten miles per hour. A stupid fuck does it drunk.
    “But…I’m not him, Honor. You can count on me. You know that. And Dallas isn’t Kolby either.” Mac pulled her to arm’s length. “But Dallas is a racer. One that can make it to the top. I know it. I feel it. He needs to race—he loves it with every fiber of his being. I know it scares the hell out of you, but I watch him race, and he rides smart. He can read terrain like no one I’ve ever known. He’s going to be somebody. He’s going to make it to the pros, Honor. We just have to help him. I had to make the calls, sugar, and I found someone who can help us.”
    “I can’t afford it. I can’t afford to send him to private training somewhere. And he’s not old enough to garner a contract yet. We just need to hang on a couple more years.” When she would have pulled away, Mac kept her close. She dropped her gaze, studying the buttons of his uniform shirt.
    “He doesn’t have a couple more years, Honor. If we can’t afford to get him to the right races and keep him on a competitive bike, he doesn’t have a chance. This could be that chance.”
    “I can’t afford it, Mac. How many other ways can I say it? It kills me. Don’t you think I want to give Dallas everything? He deserves it, but I’m doing the best I can,” she said into his shirt, the fabric muffling her words.
    “That’s why I called the Nolands.”
    She whipped her chin up, her eyes locked on his. “The Nolands? Shit! You know damn well I can’t afford that school. It’s the best in the country, Mac. They have multiple pro riders who do the training and their own mechanics. I’m not even in the same league as those people.”
    “They don’t publicize it, but they offer some scholarship spots.”
    “Even with a scholarship, I couldn’t pay the difference. That school costs thousands and even more thousands depending on how long the kid is there. I know. I checked into it before Kolby died—back when Dallas really was starting to make people sit up and take notice of him. I can’t afford it.”
    “I talked to Molly Sterling.”
    Mac grinned slightly as he shut her jaw with the tip of his finger.
    “Yeah.” He nodded. “I also told her how Dallas has always idolized Eli Hunter. And the other guys, but there was always something about Hunter.”
    “I know,” she admitted. “He’s got more posters than I can count hanging on his bedroom walls and our shop walls to prove it.” Honor let out a breath and rolled her eyes. “So…you really, like really actually talked to Molly? Herself? Not just some assistant?”
    “Nope, it was Molly. I could even hear her kids in the background, and guys hollering back and forth and such. It seems really laid back. She had me email his stats to her and his resume. She’s supposed to call Friday and let me know more.”
    “Molly Sterling.” Honor buried her face in Mac’s chest again. “I can’t send my baby to Pennsylvania by himself. You and Dallas are all I have left in the world. I can’t be away from him that long. He’s only eleven, Mac.”
    “We’ll work it out if they call back, okay? Just promise me one thing, Honor. Please?” He tipped her chin up to meet him eye-to-eye once again. “You’ll really consider this if it’s a possibility. Please don’t dismiss it right away or let pride get in the way. Or…for that matter—fear. I know it’s a scary sport, I know how upset he was when Hunter got hurt. Dallas knows the risks. That doesn’t curb his passion any. Please just stay open-minded…for Dallas?”
    Honor didn’t have