Chapter 1
The roar of the R7 engine echoed off the gym walls, a sound that always made Olivia’s stomach do a nervous flip. Brandon was leaning against the bike, his helmet resting on the seat, looking every bit the asshole she both hated and craved.
“Late again, Gonzales,” he drawled, his eyes scanning her from her messy bun down to her kneepads. “Too busy practicing that serve to remember our bet?”
Olivia hiked her gear bag higher on her shoulder, refusing to let him see her flush. “I’m exactly on time, Brandon. Don’t tell me you’re getting impatient to lose.”
He let out a sharp, dry laugh, stepping into her space until she could smell the leather of his jacket and the faint scent of mint. “Losing isn’t in my vocabulary. But if you’re so confident, let’s see it on the court. Or are you all talk and no game?”
“Deal,” she snapped, her heart hammering against her ribs. “But when I win, you’re finally telling me why you’re such a prick to everyone but your bike.”
