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they saw it all and don’t care? How in the hell would you know?”
    “I know what I saw. I was sitting in the commentary box watching the race. When Jack pulled in front of you, I looked at the marshals and commentators. Not a word amongst them.”
    “What are you saying?” She took several more steps toward him.
    “I’m saying if you go and put in a protest, which is where I think you’re heading, you will be wasting your time.”
    “Since when did you become such an expert or care about me at all? Oh that’s right, you always run away when things get tough, don’t you.” Penny turned and stormed off in the direction she had been heading, not giving Bryce the chance to respond.
    He shook his head as if he had just been belted by a heavyweight champion. What did she mean, always run away? He turned and swallowed the last mouthful of his drink and tossed the can into the bin.
    “I’ve had enough.” Bryce walked back through pit lane. He’d lost any desire to enjoy the bikes after the encounter with Penny. Ducking between two teams he took a shortcut to the car park. Jack and Justin were standing not too far away, still dressed in their riding leathers, heads bowed together talking. He couldn’t hear what they were saying. Justin pulled something from his leathers and handed it to Jack. They exchanged words for a few more seconds, shook hands, and departed, each heading in a different direction while Jack slipped the small package inside his riding jacket.
    * * * *
    Penny stormed toward the marshal’s office. Jack’s actions were downright dangerous. Today was the second time he’d caused Penny to take evasive actions or crash. What the hell did Bryce mean when he said, they don’t care? Their job is to care. She slowed as she rounded the corner and stopped. When they were growing up, she had never known Bryce to lie, ever—well not until recently. Justin walked around the corner toward the marshal’s office, turned his head, and said something to the group of people gathered near there.
    “Penny!” Justin changed direction and walked to her, his gait easy and relaxed as he approached. Sweat plastered his sandy hair to his head, adding to his roguish look. The zipper on his leathers was pulled down to his waist. Her hands twitched involuntarily as she glimpsed his tanned well-muscled chest.
    “There’s my beautiful girl.” He beamed as he slid his arm around her. “I’ve got to finish packing up. Once we’re done, how about to drink to wind up the day?”
    “I’m not packed, either. I was just about to—”
    “What say I come and help? My guys can look after my camp, and I’ll help you. We’ll be out of here faster.”
    Before Penny realised he had guided her halfway back to the pit area. She stopped and slipped from beneath his arm. “I was heading in to see the marshals. To put in a protest.”
    “Protest? Protest, what?” he stepped back. His eyes studied her.
    “Well, Jack.” The words sounded weak, even in her own ears.
    “Bah. He’s harmless.” He waved off the notion. “A bit of a nutter perhaps, but harmless. Let me help you finish packing, and we’ll have a drink. We can talk more then.” He touched her elbow, guiding her toward her pit area.
    “It’s Mum’s birthday today,” Justin continued. “I’m taking her out to dinner tonight. You’re favourite restaurant if you’re interested.”
    “What? Sorry. No. I can’t, besides birthdays are a time to cherish with your family.”
    “Sorry to hear it. I can’t say the idea of seeing you in the little black number you were wearing the other night isn’t appealing. You looked amazing. I still can’t get the image out of my mind.”
    Blood rushed to her face. “Why, thank you.” She paused a moment. “I am free tomorrow, if you are?”
    His eyes clouded for a moment then his smile lit up. “What say we go for a ride? It might be fun to pull the old bikes out and take them for a spin up into the mountains. We can