Page 67 of Rogue Riders Duet

Yeah. Let them be cool and pretty.

I’ll keep outriding every last one of them.

That spike in mood lasts until she walks past. Isla Raine.

Light blonde hair braided down her back, pale blue eyes that are somehow always cold, even when she’s smiling. She looks like an angel who made my life hell seven years ago.

My jaw tightens as she glides past, poised like she’s already won, and I can’t help it but glance at Luc, wondering what kind of look he’s saved for her.

But Luc isn’t looking. He’s staring down at his handlebars, brows drawn, mouth pulled in that crooked not-smile he wears when he’s actually focused.

I check Finn next, and he’s not looking either. His eyes are fixed on the horizon, lips pressed tight. I don’t know why that makes my chest warm the way it does, but it does.

Isla doesn’t glance at any of us as she rolls her bike past, all grace, focus, and icy detachment. Then, right on cue, her brother appears. They’re still close enough for us to hear it as he reaches out and slaps a hand on her shoulder.

“Go grab that win, sis.”

Then he turns, catching sight of us. His gaze flicks across the line at Luc, Finn, and me, and his smirk rises instantly.

“Well, well. Is this where the top three warm up?” He taps his chin theatrically. “No, wait… Greer’s here too.”

Finn doesn’t even look at him as he bites out, “Fuck off, Raine.”

Isaac just grins. “Oh, come on. Don’t be such a pussy.” Then, to me, he adds, “Another Crews, right? We haven’t had a chance to talk yet.”

“That’s because he doesn’t want to talk to you,” Luc cuts in before I can even open my mouth. “Didn’t Greer already tell you to fuck off?”

I should punch Luc the way Mason showed me for talking for me like that, but I kind of liked it, so I let it slide.

Raine just laughs it off and turns to Dane. “The Dane Crews. How’s retirement treating you?”

Dane doesn’t blink. “Pretty good. Still holding the record you never managed to beat.”

Finn huffs a laugh, and even I crack a smile.

“Naw, I missed the banter with you, Eleven.” Raine mocks. “I’ll see you all on the podium today. Second and third place will look good on you.” He turns to leave but pauses to look at Finn. “Or maybe fifth.”

“Motherfucker,” I mutter under my breath as he walks off.

Luc nods solemnly. “Enculé, indeed.”

As soon as Raine is out of sight, I try to pull myself back into focus, to breathe, visualize, and get my fucking head in the game, but I can’t.

Not with Luc practically breathing down my neck, Finn still in my peripheral vision, and Dane ready to launch into dad-mode at any second thanks to Raine’s appearance. I can’t think straight. I can’t concentrate.

And then it gets worse.

Storm-eyed Mason Payne cuts through the crowd alongside an older man who looks just like him, if you added two decades and a permanent layer of grease under the fingernails. They’re both scanning the warm-up area, looking flustered and panting like they’ve just fought their way up the mountain as fast as possible.

Dane clocks them, too, and he raises a hand and shouts, “Jim! Here!”

My head whips toward him, eyes wide. “What the hell?” I mouth.

“What?” Dane just shrugs, like I’m the one being weird. We’ve discussed it, and I know he doesn’t believe the rumors either. He also mentioned to me how nice Mason’s dad was after talking to him at one of the races before the World Cup.

But he doesn’t know that I made an absolute fool out of myself yesterday.

“Hey, Crews.” Mason’s dad grins as they approach. “Thanks. Somehow, they forgot to inform us that the race will be earlier.”