Epilogue
Madison
Sixteen Months Later
“Please, please, please don’t hurt yourself,” I beg as Shane climbs onto his bike.
“Don’t worry,” he says with a grin. “I’m a professional. I got this.”
I swallow hard, trying to settle the nerves in my stomach as I look around the arena full of people. We’re at The Moxie Energy Drink Championships, and Shane is about to attempt the Kamikaze Twister—the move that put him in the hospital with a spinal compression the last time he tried to land it. So, to say I’m a little bit nervous is putting it lightly.
It kills me. I’m chewing my nails off and trying not to pull my hair out, I’m so nervous, and he looks as relaxed as can be. He really was made for this sport.
“Are you okay?” he asks as he cups my cheek.
“Yes,” I lie. “Cool as a cucumber.”
“Good,” he says with a laugh. “Then you might want to tell your hands to stop shaking.”
I immediately thrust them into my pockets where he can’t see them anymore.
“The next rider to compete is the one and only, Shane Winters!” the announcer says through the speakers.
My heart starts pounding nervously as his name echoes through the arena. The crowd goes nuts, cheering as they jump to their feet.
The Drive Computer commercials that Shane starred in were a hit and have really grown his fan base. They all seem to be here tonight for his big return to motocross. He spent the past year and a bit, healing, practicing, and making my toes curl.
It’s been a pretty amazing year.
“I’m up,” he says to me with a smile on his face.
He actually looks excited! How can he be excited when my stomach feels like it’s turning inside out?
I just push down all of my worry and smile as I kiss him on the lips. “Good luck, babe,” I say as he starts the engine. “You’re going to do great!”
He gives me a wink that sends a wave of warmth flooding through me as he closes the visor on his helmet. He turns the handlebars and takes off, kicking dirt up as he drives to the top of the ramp.
The crowd goes nuts when he arrives and waves at them. The nerves in my belly start to leave as the excitement takes over.
All eyes are on my boyfriend as he revs his engine and then darts down the dirt ramp. I hold my breath and gasp as he hits the first jump and flies off his bike. His body twists and flips as I nearly have a heart attack.
“Oh, thank God!” I gasp when he grabs a hold of his handlebars and slips back onto his bike before he hits the ground. The crowd erupts into cheers as he lands safely, and I can’t help but join in, screaming ‘Go Shane!’ at the top of my lungs.
It’s been a crazy year with Shane. The best year of my life.
We had been dating for barely three months before I moved in with him. I had planned to keep my condo just in case, but it was going so well after a month that I sold it. I just wanted to be all-in with Shane, like he seems to be all-in with me.
We still love to bicker and argue on occasion, but it’s kind of fun, and we’re always quick to make up in the best possible way.
My boss Mitchell has finally left me alone. He really hit it off with the girl he met at the wedding, and the two of them got married two months later. They’re the happy parents of six dogs.
Anabelle started dating Dr. Cialdini, and they’ve been going strong ever since. She was thrilled when she saw him, saying that he was the George Clooney type that she had been waiting for.
My breath is stuck in my throat again as Shane flies up the next ramp, which seems unreasonably high.
“Oh no,” I gasp when he flies off it and rockets through the sky. The crowd lights up in camera flashes as he stands up on his seat and fully extends his body.
“This is torture,” I whisper to myself as he climbs back onto his bike. He’s torpedoing to the ground about to explode into a fiery ball of flames. I can’t watch.
My eyes fly open when I hear cheers. I take a breath of relief as I watch him speed around the dirt track on the way to the next ramp.
There are six of them, each one more deadly than the last.
He hits the next three jumps and lands each one perfectly. The crowd is going crazy as he lines up for the last ramp.
I gulp.
He’s saving the Kamikaze Twister for last. This is it.
I’m going to be a widow, and I haven’t even gotten married yet.
Shane pumps his fist into the sky and the place roars so loud that my ears hurt. I can’t even hear him rev his engine. He shoots forward on spinning tires and rockets up the ramp at a breakneck speed.
Why did I let him do this?
Like I could have ever stopped him if I tried…
I hold my stomach as I watch him fly into the air. He immediately lets go of his bike and spins around like a gymnast competing at the Olympics as the crowd goes crazy.
My hands are trembling as I stand on my tippy toes and watch. Come on…
Shane completes his fourth spin and reaches out for the handlebars. This was what made him fall last year. He couldn’t reach the handlebars.
I gasp as he stretches out and his fingers just graze the handlebars.
No…
The blood drains from my face as I watch in horror. This time he’ll break his back. This time he’ll die.
But somehow, he manages to wrap his hand around the handlebars and pull himself back onto his bike. The crowd is deafening as he sits back down and lands flawlessly in the dirt.
I don’t know when I went from nervous breakdown to screaming like a teenager at her first boy band concert, but it happened. And now I can’t shut up.
I’m hollering my head off and jumping up and down as Shane rides over, looking sexy in his colorful outfit and helmet.
The cameras are following him as he rides up, and I gasp when I see myself on the jumbotron. Shane stops his bike right in front of me and pulls off his helmet as he steps off it.
My heart is pounding like a jackhammer as he smiles at me.
I have no words. Everyone is watching. Everyone is cheering.
He just completed the hardest trick in the history of motocross and instead of taking a victory lap and celebrating he came right up to me.
Without a word, he reaches into his pocket and drops down to his knee.
The crowd erupts into cheers as he pulls out a tiny box and opens it up, revealing a diamond ring.
The audience is screaming so loud that I can’t even hear what he’s saying, but I can kind of read his lips and it looks like he’s asking me to marry him.
His eyes are teary as he looks up at me with a hopeful look on his face.
There’s only one word to say, and I hope he can hear it.
“YES!”
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