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guys in the profession. Though he doesn’t look it, he’s stronger than most having used his own body as a weight so often. His movements are fluid and graceful, which has me lifting my camera to get a couple of quick shots in.
    “He rides a little differently,” Lo remarks, her attention still focused on the tree though Tommy has already leaped into the snow with his bike, eliciting a chorus of laughter and applause as he emerges, covered in the white powder.
    “He sits farther up on his seat,” I explain.
    “You’re right. Is that because he’s smaller?”
    I shrug. “Maybe, or it’s just how he was trained. He rides a bike slightly bigger than the others, so I think he has to in order to be in proper alignment and keep his balance.”
    Lo likely has only a vague idea of what this all means, but she doesn’t ask for verification or clarity because she’s fishing for a piece of charcoal in her bag in preparation of King going.
    We both watch him with eagle eyes, admiring the way he swiftly guides the bike over the surface with ease from watching the others and knowing exactly where to direct the tires. He has enough speed that he does a single forward flip off the end, releasing his bike before he lands so as not to get hurt.
    Lo releases a deep breath through her lips that confirms her nerves. I know exactly what she’s feeling. I released the same breath after Kash had gone.
     
    W ITH TWO CARDS full of pictures, I approach the group of photographers, makeup artists, lighting specialists, and the rest of the crew which has gathered around the riders. The sun is getting too low for riding to continue to be either safe or productive at this point. After the stunts on the log, they moved to a playground where Tommy, Kash, and King were able to do tricks on some of the equipment and off a hill that someone had cleared while they were doing other shots. The white background is going to be incredible, and while the tricks aren’t as integrated and impressive as they can be from a technical perspective, the look of pure satisfaction and glee are what will make these some of my favorite shots.
    “We’ll do some more tomorrow. Maybe wake up early and get a chance to get you guys in a normal, everyday environment,” a woman says.
    “Normal?” Tommy asks with a smile.
    “Attempting to make you guys look normal is my job.” She smiles brazenly. “One that I’m damn good at. Prepare to drink coffee and smile. A lot.”
    Kash laughs knowingly, and lifts his bike so that a tire lies over his shoulder. I’m sure he’s exhausted. Riding is a lot of work when in a controlled setting, let alone having to trudge through several feet of snow while carrying your bike. Still, he makes it look effortless. “I’m going to be checking out the hot tub if that’s normal enough for you. You can make the decision to edit out my drinks or not.”
    When he flashes her a smile that I’m sure makes her heart spin, I look away. I used to watch for the reaction that would follow this look, but now, I know it by heart. His broad smile and wide brown eyes that are fanned with a thick layer of dark lashes and his high cheekbones that are squared and unintentionally noticeable all cause women to unabashedly stare, but when directed to one specific person, I can literally watch the blood rush to their faces, leaving them with an abundance of incoherent thoughts. It’s a ruthless and intense effect of Kash.
    “Ready to go thaw out?” Tommy asks, walking so closely he brushes against my shoulder though there’s no one on either side of me.
    My eyebrows rise. Breaking from thoughts of too many women responding to the effects of Kash, I turn and trudge through the deep snow by his side.
    “So, what’s new with Summer Pierce? I recently saw your name mentioned in a highlight reel of the showdown in Pasadena.”
    A myriad of emotions passes through me, leaving me to look between Tommy’s blue eyes and the snow that’s become