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the highlight of her career as far as she
was concerned. She had that 8x10 framed on her dresser at home;
they were hugging, his cheek resting on top of her head, both with
the biggest smiles they could produce, showing their matching
medals to the camera. That one moment was worth more than the other
eighteen years of motocross wins combined. That one picture was
more precious than all the trophies, medals, jerseys, and plaques
James still had displayed with all of Brody’s.
    “That’s my girl!” George boasted. “You boys don’t
even want to ask her about the amateurs.”
    “Whoa, I knew you were good, girl, but…” Jesse said,
his Texas accent thick with embarrassment.
    “Should’ve paid more attention to those girls, huh,
Frost?” George joked sarcastically. “If it makes you feel better,
James wouldn’t have let any one of you within fifty feet of this
one.”
    George winked at her. “So really, what do you have
up your sleeve for me? Did you bring the big ramp?”
    “Maybe. It’ll depend on your track and if Brody can
get the ramps situated properly. So…speaking of which, when can I
get on your track?” She batted her eyes at him.
    “For you, tomorrow afternoon, but don’t tell these
guys.”
    Carter put his hand on her arm. “What’s the ramp
for?”
    She glanced down at her forearm that was resting on
the arm of the chair. He was lightly holding it and stroking it
with his thumb. She knew there had to be sparks shooting from it
because she could feel them, even through the sweatshirt.
    “Um, what?” She was dazed and he only made it worse
when he flashed her that perfect smile again. “Oh,” she finally
said, gazing up at him, “um…a flip.”
    “A flip,” Carter said in a tone Molly didn’t quite
understand, he’s eyes narrowed as he looked at her.
    Eli slapped Carter on the shoulder. “Hot damn girl,
it’s gotta be crazy at your guys’ house.” He laughed.
    Molly shook her head in disagreement. “No, for two
reasons. We were homeschooled so Karen was almost always around,
and two, James would never allow that. And Brody learned everything
the hard way, either by being taught tricks by people who could do
it but didn’t know how to really teach them or by working on tricks
with his buddies and teaching themselves, which didn’t always turn
out very well. I just have to do what he says, and he’s good at
explaining exactly how to do stuff so I don’t get hurt…usually.”
She raised one eyebrow at Brody. “And since he had to retire
completely from competing a few years back, let’s just say I get
his undivided attention,” she said flatly with her head cocked to
the side. Brody just smiled back innocently. He knew just how hard
he worked her, but she knew it was for her own good.
    “So how do you get up one day and say, I want to do
this trick or that trick?” Jesse looked between the siblings for an
answer.
    “By getting up and wanting to be better than you
were the day before.”
    “Ah, a philosopher, huh?” Jesse grinned at Molly’s
comeback that she had laced with just a hint of sarcasm.
    “Nope, a realist. Gotta make a living somehow.”
    Jesse raised his beer. “I’ll drink to that.”
    “Me too, bro,” someone else said, but she didn’t
notice who because Carter was still rubbing her arm. To top it off,
he’d crossed his leg so that his knee was touching her thigh as
well. Every time he moved, he touched her.
    Each time her stomach would drop and do flip-flops
and her heart would begin to race. She was also pretty sure he had
to have scooted his chair closer to hers when she wasn’t
looking.
    This was all so foreign to her.
    She had always been around guys. It was her career
and it was male driven. She’d learned to tolerate being around
men.
    But never had she felt like she had electricity
running through her from head to toe when a guy brushed by or even
just gave her a simple smile.
    God…that damned smile of his and those eyes.
    Molly tried