Chapter Five
On the outdoor patio of the beach restaurant we stopped at, I peel off my jacket and drape it over the back of my chair. Enjoying the warmth of the sun on my face, I tip my chair back and stare out from behind my dark sunglasses at the waves lapping at the sand.
“Hey, Haidee,” Mike says while fiddling with his tablet computer. “What’s your last name?”
Distractedly I answer, “Portman.”
I don’t wonder about why he asked until I hear the sounds of a crowd and the whine of a dirt bike engine. Mike, Lindy and several others are hovering over the tablet; intently watching what I fear is footage of me. The announcer’s voice confirms my suspicion.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, you are in for a real treat. Next to take the track and tame it beneath her kickass bike is none other than the
