Lysa's POV
"Maybe," I said, with more confidence than I felt. "Or maybe you're about to be very surprised."
Ten minutes later, we were both geared up with helmets and bikes, standing at the start of the trail the guys had taken. A few of Iris's friends had gathered to watch, clearly expecting this to be entertaining—the nobody girlfriend getting humiliated by the experienced racer.
I straddled the bike, testing the controls. It had been a while since I'd ridden—my ex-boyfriend in high school had taught me on his older brother's bike, and I'd gotten pretty good at it before we broke up and I lost access. But that was years ago. And Iris looked completely comfortable on her bike, like it was an extension of her body.
This is stupid, I told myself. You haven't even been involved
