chapter 17
Will stepped around the side of a large moving truck that blocked a section of the dirt parking lot. He was joking with another man, one Mace said he didn’t recognize, but as the man and Will maneuvered toward the group of teenagers, their conversation ceased.
Vine pointed when the two men gave the Halflings their attention. “‘Sup with the truck?”
Mace shrugged. “Dunno.”
Nikki leaned over, hoping Will and his friend wouldn’t hear. “Do you guys know him?”
Zero chuckled. He must have been standing right behind her. “Yeah. That’s Will.”
She turned and raised a fist, and Zero shrunk away, tilting behind Vegan.
Nikki laughed. “I know who Will is. I meant the other one.”
They all shook their heads and mumbled about not knowing the guy.
Moments later that guy was standing before them. “Halflings,” Will said. “This is Thomas Grayber. He needs our help today.”
Nikki stared at Thomas’s face. Where do I know that name from?
While she searched her brain for the answer, Will and Thomas were both grinning. Silly, excited grins, like they were in on a secret. Nikki’d had enough secrets and, suddenly, her irritation started to rise.
Thomas stepped a little closer. “I make motorcycles.”
Suddenly it clicked. “Grayber motorcycles?”
“No,” Zero said behind her. “Kawasaki.” As soon as he said it, he ducked behind Vegan for safety.
The truck engine came to life and an unseen driver pulled away in Extreme Makeover: Home Edition fashion. Behind the truck sat eight beautiful new dirt bikes, the fresh paint shimmering like it did on the showroom floors of Grayber’s shops. The pristine machines seemed slightly out of place on the dirt lot with the woods as a backdrop. They should be sitting on shiny marble floors with price tags hanging on them. Oh, who was she kidding? They should be out on trails getting the new worked off. Nikki felt a little gurgle of excitement. Thomas needed their help today? Eight bikes and seven of them. Eight including Will.
Thomas gave the bikes a long, appreciative look. “Normally, we test out the new line on closed courses at the plant. But, uh, I owe Will a favor, and he said the very best road test would be accomplished right here at Chadwick. That is, if we had the right riders.”
Will crossed his arms over his massive chest. “You’ve truly shown your ability to work as a team. The boat, the train wreck, the seeker. I’m proud of you.” His gaze went to Nikki. “All of you. I thought it was time for some fun.”
Nikki’s excitement swelled. She glanced over at Mace and whispered, “Does everyone know how to ride?”
“Yeah. Part of training as a Halfling.”
“Training? You can fly.”
“We can’t always fly in and out of situations. We do have to be more discreet sometimes. Halflings train on bikes and in cars, along with a variety of weapons. We’re pretty well-rounded, but we’re not all as good on a motorcycle as you.” He slipped his hand into hers.
“Speak for yourself, brother.” The voice came from behind them, and Nikki spun because she thought it sounded like …
“Raven!” She started to run to him, realized how that would look, and held steady, gripping Mace’s hand for strength.
Mace nodded over his shoulder toward Raven. “Go on, Nikki. We’re all glad to see him.” He gave her hand a squeeze, then released her.
Her feet propelled her to Raven, who was already surrounded by the other Halflings. As she stepped closer, Glimmer moved in front of her, blocking her access. Nikki halted just short of running into Glimmer’s back. She hovered there a few moments, feeling foolish — and a little ticked at Glimmer, who’d obviously done it on purpose.
Nikki dropped her gaze. But then he was there, at her feet, his motorcycle boots kicking the toe of hers. “Too bad you aren’t a guy,” he said.
That forced her to look up.
His eyes were bright and sparkled, looking lighter and less exhausted than she’d seen in a long time. “If you were, maybe you’d be some competition for me on the trail.” His face broke into a brilliant lopsided smile.
Her heart was pounding, but she cocked her head, eyes narrowed playfully on him. “And you need a lesson in manners. I’ll be sure to give you one while we’re out there. If I decide to let you catch up.”
Mace joined the group, and he and Raven shook hands. “That’s a dangerous thing, challenging a rider like Nikki.”
“She doesn’t scare me,” Raven said.
“Yeah, well, you haven’t ridden with her when a crazed maniac is on her tail.”
“Anyone can ride fast when they’re scared.”
Winter folded her arms over her chest. “Boys are all talk. If you guys are so good, why don’t you stop strutting your feathers and get on the bikes? By the end of the day, we’ll see who’s the best.”
Nikki turned back to Thomas, who seemed to be enjoying their argument. He approached the group. “I think you need to lay down some ground rules. First man — or woman — to the river wins. The trail cuts in three directions, but all are the same distance to the river and have about the same number of obstacles. The western trail has more handlebar checks, but the eastern trail has a washboard that will rattle your brain out of your skull. The central trail, however, has its own brand of toxin thanks to a creek bed that’s slick as buttered glass. Pick your poison.” He pointed to the wide mouth of the trail. Through the brush you could see where it veered into three directions.
Nikki considered each and decided to go for the western trail. Handlebar checks didn’t scare her — she barely slowed down for them. Her only real worry was the fact she hadn’t ridden a dirt bike in years. She’d grown up on them, even did a little bit of motocross racing when she was in junior high, but karate had consumed her attention after she’d ranked in the top five at her first national tournament. At seventeen, she’d moved on to her street bike.
Thomas waited while the Halflings scoped out their plans. “Now for the rules. Wings or no wings?”
This question surprised Nikki even though Will had called them Halflings in front of Thomas. The man must be a Xian. She wondered if he was one of the ex-Halflings Mace had talked about—leaving the battle to spend life on earth with his match. There was a gold wedding band around his left ring finger.
Mace was staring at her. “No wings,” he said.
“Wings are fine,” she retorted and gave him a long look. A warning look.
Vegan spoke up. “No, Nikki. It wouldn’t be fair to you.”
“Fair to her?” Raven scoffed.
Nikki’s gaze shot to him, her wide eyes giving a solid threat. He’d almost blown her secret. “No, seriously, I can still beat all of you. I mean, it’s not like you’re going to lift the bike and fly to the river.” She laughed, stared at Raven, and watched the realization spark in his eyes.
“Well,” Vegan said, trying to act tough, which for her was almost impossible. “Maybe Miss Super-Rider needs a lesson in Halfling ability. But to be fair, wings can only be used to slow down.” She looked around the group until they all nodded.
“Fine,” Vine mumbled. “Only to slow down.”
Thomas went on. “You’ll only be able to use them in the clearings anyway. It’s too dense in the woods. But there are plenty of open areas and hairpin turns on each trail. If you take the western route, be cautious. The bridge is washed out near the end, and I don’t recommend jumping the last hill. A few guys have tried it, but the woods on the other side are too close. Several bikes have ended up wrapped around trees. I’m serious. I want you guys to run these bikes full out, but please don’t total one. That’s really hard to explain to the insurance company.”
They all nodded.
“Help yourselves to the gear in the truck. I brought samples of our new riding pants and leather jackets. We’ve changed the cut.” He raised his arms shoulder high and drew his elbows together. “We added extra room at the shoulder blades to accommodate for long rides. I’d love some feedback. There are helmets for you guys as well.”
After thanking Thomas, they all headed off to gather their gear. Nikki chose a black leather jacket and black leather pants. Her folks had never been able to afford high-end riding gear like this, and the soft leather was amazing against her skin. Not to mention she knew she looked awesome in the pieces she’d chosen.
She glanced at the others and found herself sizing them up. Nikki knew she had a competitive streak, but right now, she’d give her national karate trophy to beat Raven. Maybe my competitive streak is a little deeper than I thought.
She chose a bike and Mace settled onto the one beside her.
“I’ll follow you?” he said, tossing his hair back and putting on the helmet. He looked good too.
“You’ll all be following me,” she joked, and gave him a wink.
“I mean I’ll stay with you. Whichever trail you pick.”
“You don’t have to do that, Mace.” Was he going all psycho protective on her again?
“No, I know. I …” He looked down at the gas tank, and since she couldn’t see his eyes, she grabbed the edge of his helmet and jerked it so he had to look at her. He laughed. “I really enjoy watching you ride, Nikki.”
Oh. She dropped her hand from the helmet, because something about the way he said that sent a fierce spike of hot lava into her belly. Her cheeks burned so she hid inside her helmet by shoving it on quickly. “Okay, then.”
“Western trail, right?” He kick-started his bike and it rumbled to life.
“How’d you know which trail I’d choose?”
“I know you, Nikki.”
Her heart fluttered, and she wanted to scream at him because she really needed to keep her attention on beating Raven, not going all girl-mush. To lessen the effect he had on her, she revved her engine until it shook the whole bike.
“Raven will take the washboard trail. Uses his wings to lessen the bumps.”
She sucked in a breath. “That’s cheating. He can only use his wings to slow down.”
“Trust me,” Mace said.
Raven slid to a stop beside them, having taken a small lap to test out his bike. Already, fresh clumps of dirt spattered the tires and frame. “Who’s up for the washboard?”
Nikki’s mouth dropped open and she resisted looking over at Mace. “I have a different plan, but I’ll see you at the finish line.”
Raven gunned his engine hard enough to make the bike fishtail. Dust settled as he disappeared into a nearby patch of brush.
Before she went to the starting line, which really was just a wide opening to the trail, she waved at Thomas, who’d produced a clipboard and was making notes. “Have fun,” he yelled.
Will stood poised at the line, using a shop towel as the starting flag. The second he dropped his arm, eight motors revved then whined as each fought for pole position on the dirt track. Nikki slid into third right behind Raven and Winter, but she pressed toward them as they slowed once they neared a section of ruts and protruding rocks. Nikki gunned her bike and didn’t slow until she felt the first stone beneath her tires. This put her in second with Raven, who’d needed to back off a bit as the path narrowed before opening to the separate trails.
She cut onto the western trail as Raven took the eastern. Casting a glance behind her and past Mace, she saw Glimmer and Vine both veering to the washboard route and Vegan and Zero — who seriously was going so slow a toddler on a tricycle could fly past him — take the central route.
Nikki concentrated on the path ahead, easily navigating a creek crossing and climbing a hill that offered a panoramic view of the woods around them. She paused at the crest while she decided which path down to take, as Mace came up close behind. Several narrow trails scarred the hillside: some shot straight down, while others were less steep and cut curved lines into the valley below. She made her choice and shot a quick glance at the surrounding scenery. It was her idea of beautiful, thanks to all the mountains and valleys dissected by motorcycle trails. Heaven, she decided. This was heaven.
The far-off whine of engines snapped her back into focus, as their rumbling echoed off the mountains and valleys. She had a job to do — beat Raven to the river. Enjoying the view would have to wait for another ride.
She started down the slope. Her lips were quickly covered in a dusting of dirt, and when she licked them she tasted it. It shouldn’t taste good, but it did.
They navigated the drop to the valley, and Nikki entered the woods again with Mace close behind. Climbing another hill and pausing at the top gave her a view of the washed-out bridge Thomas had talked about. The problem was obvious: to garner enough speed to jump the river below, you’d have no choice but to slam into the tree line. If she wanted to survive in one painless piece, that wasn’t an option.
She was pretty certain the other riders were behind her, even if they were on other trails. Their engines sounded far off, at least, and she could see the finish line past an open field and beyond the bridge — no other bikes were approaching.
As she contemplated her next move, Mace caught up and skidded to a stop beside her. Beneath her bike, the ground rumbled. Nikki shot a look to him, then inspected her front tire, where dirt was separating from rock. “Mace, we have to get away from here! We have to —”
A rock the size of a basketball gave way beneath her front tire, causing the bike to shift. Nikki gunned the engine in an attempt to outrun the rockslide, but one rock became several and her bike was caught in the debris careening toward the ravine below. She fought to keep the motorcycle upright as stones materialized and disappeared once tossed by gravity’s pull. A rock struck her ankle, but the leather of her riding boots cushioned the blow. By the time her bike stopped at the bottom, Mace was off his bike and hovering in the air above her.
“You okay?” he yelled down as dust settled around her.
“Good,” she said, but her heart was pounding. “That was intense.”
He chuckled. “Glad you liked it.”
“How’d you get down here so quick?” But a look to the hilltop, where his bike lay on its side, answered her question. “Go get your bike. I’ll wait for you.”
“No. You go on and I’ll catch up. You’ve got a race to win.”
Nikki lifted her hands from the handlebars and crossed them over her chest. “Some things are more important than winning races. Now go. I’ll be here.”
Mace’s blue eyes filled with some deep appreciation that made her ears burn in a strange but good way. This was what it meant to be a couple. To be in it together. It was an odd, new sensation, but as she waited at the bottom of the hill, hearing other bikes sail past her as they moved closer and closer to the finish line, she realized she loved it. It was better than winning. Winning was solitary. This … this was complete.