a charity ride, and Cyrus introduced us. He was looking for a fresh face. He was a much older
man who wanted me to settle down and stop partying so much. I waved everyone off and stood.
“Is this meeting all about my love life? I’d rather get to the lane and run some laps,” I
answered, peering from Reggie to Sarai. Cyrus never jumped on the bandwagon and gave his
advice when we were alone.
“You’re not racing today, Kamden. We have photographers outside interviewing her for
Sunday’s upcoming race. I don’t need things getting off track because she showed up, stealing
the limelight,” Sarai implied.
“That hurts my feelings, Sarai.”
“Good,” Sarai answered.
“So, what do you propose I do? It was a one-night stand, and she left before I could get
her last name that morning.”
Sar
