The words come out without hesitation because I am. I’m hungry for it. I’ve spent years grinding, traveling, getting my ass kicked, winning, losing, getting back up, and working harder than anyone else.
For the first time, it feels like the industry is finally noticing.
Bryce nods. “I know you are.”
The compliment means something, coming from him.
More than it would from most people.
“You’re easily one of the most talented riders on the circuit.” His eyes lock on to mine. “It’s your time, Axle.”
I don’t say anything. Because part of me wants to argue. The other part desperately wants to believe him.
Bryce smiles. “Don’t be hardheaded, like me. Stay healthy.”
My hand automatically goes to my injured rib.
He laughs, and I flip him off with my good hand.
He ignores it, and his voice grows serious again. “Stay healthy for a few more years. Keep winning. And you’ll be able to retire with a nice nest egg of your own.”
No scrambling and wondering what comes next. Just options and freedom.
I nod. “I like the sound of that.”
“I figured you might.” Bryce pushes away from the fence. “Shawn will call later this week. Hammer out all the details.”
“Thanks, man.”
“I didn’t do anything,” he says.
“You opened the door.”
Bryce nods. “You go kick it down.”
I nod.
He starts walking away. Then he stops, turns back, and points at me. “Oh, and, Ax?”
“What?”
He grins. “Can you stay out of the arena for at least a day or two? If Charli catches you doing something stupid and reinjuring yourself, she’s gonna kick my ass.”
I burst out laughing. “One of the toughest men in professional rodeo, and you’re scared of a girl.”
“Terrified.”
I laugh so hard that I nearly double over.
He starts walking backward toward the parking lot.
“Fine. I’ll behave.”
A moment later, he climbs into his truck and drives away.
I turn back toward the arena, but I can’t focus. I can’t stop thinking about what Bryce said.
“It’s your time.”
