“Trust me, I know.”
He laughs. “I’ve seen so many motocross fangirls in my life, and they’re always in it for the wrong reasons. Not that girl, though.”
“I know what you mean.” I pile the pillows on the bed so I can sit up on them. “She’s the best.”
“When I was racing, I never had a steady girlfriend,” Marcus says. “They were all in it for the wrong damn reasons.”
Marcus was a pro racer about twenty years ago, but he only lasted three years before his parents died in a car wreck and he quit to take care of his siblings. My dad knew him a little bit, but Marcus was older than him so they never raced together.
I’m pretty sure he’s been single his whole life, or at least never married. You never see Marcus with a girlfriend, and he never talks about dating anybody, but maybe he just keeps that part of his life to himself.
“I’m going to marry her,” I say.
Marcus holds out his can of soda to me in a toast. “I bet you will, Adams. I want to be invited to the wedding.”
I grin. “You better get us a badass wedding gift.”
