“No way.”
“Going fast is the best part.”
Josh ignored them. “You’re going to practice breaking out of the pack. Call out numbers.”
Brandon yelled one, a second guy yelled two, until they’d counted through the team.
“That’s the order,” Josh said. “Start in the middle of the pack and work your way to the front. You get a minute of glory, then move over and drop to the back. Is that clear?”
Everyone nodded.
They reached the crest and the road started down. Brandon moved to the center of the pack.
Josh was aware of everyone’s placement. The kids didn’t ride close enough to really get in the way, but this would still be good practice. When Brandon—
He kept pedaling even as his mind did a double take. Wait a minute. He’d been in the middle of a panic attack. He’d been seconds away from losing it completely. What the hell had happened?
He replayed the events, realizing the squirrel had distracted him so completely, he’d forgotten about his symptoms. Apparently without his tension feeding them, they faded of their own accord.
It was the first glimmer of hope he’d had in two years. It meant there was a chance he could conquer this. That he could go back and be everything he’d been before. He didn’t have to be afraid.
He sat up on his bike and started to laugh. The sound echoed off the sides of the mountains around them. One of the kids looked at his friend.
“Old people are weird,” he muttered.
Josh grinned. “We sure are.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHARITY CLICKED TO the next screen on her computer. “Now we move into the lifestyle part of the show,” she said. “I’ve uploaded an assortment of real estate listings. Everything from starter homes and condos to doctor-priced beauties on the lake or the golf course.”
She clicked again. “Here’s a few pictures of the wineries, looking pretty. The ski lodge, the award-winning restaurant. For local flavor we have the farmer’s market, the Fourth of July parade and the obligatory sunset picture.”
The latter showed a family walking by the lake. Dad held a little girl, Mom held the hand of a little boy. The figures were silhouetted against a beautiful orange and red sunset.
“Very nice,” Marsha said, from her seat next to Charity. They were in the mayor’s office, reviewing Charity’s presentation. “What about the financial package?”
Charity went over the information for the hospital itself—tax breaks, potential grants, how much the state, county and city would kick in.
Marsha smiled. “You’ve done your homework,” she said approvingly.
“I’m determined. Fool’s Gold is absolutely the best place for the new hospital campus to be. I’m going to make them see that.” She grinned. “In a very polite, professional way, of course.”
“I have no doubt.”
“The good news is there’s only one other site that’s competitive. So we have a really good chance. At least this time there’s no rich family who wants their name over the door. I’m still annoyed I didn’t know that.”
“You’d been here all of five minutes. How could you?”
“You’re right,” Charity said, but she couldn’t help feeling she should have been able to figure it out. It was her job, after all. “This time is different. There aren’t going to be any surprises.”
“You sound resolute.”
“An immoveable force.”
“Then I have every confidence you’ll succeed.” Marsha picked up her coffee and sipped. “I noticed Josh training with the high school team.”
Her voice was casual, but Charity wasn’t fooled. While she and her grandmother were getting to know each other, they hadn’t spent a whole lot of time talking about Charity’s personal life. As everyone in town knew Charity was seeing Josh, it wasn’t hard to assume Marsha knew, as well. But she’d never brought it up before.
“He has a race coming up,” Charity said, hoping today’s session went better than the last one.
“He’s also determined. Even when he was younger, he was incredibly focused. Talent is never enough. Drive is just as important. He’s a good man.”
Charity leaned back against the sofa. “Is there a ‘but’ in that sentence?”
“No. I think Josh is very special. He needs someone in his life, and I’m going to risk our new relationship by saying you do, as well.”
“I want that,” she admitted. “But I’m not sure about Josh.”
“Because the rumors about his talents are overrated?” Marsha’s lips twitched as she asked the question.
“Are you trying to find out about my love life?”
“Only in the broadest sense. I think too many details would make us both uncomfortable.”
Charity laughed. “You’re right. No, the rumors aren’t exaggerated. Josh is great and I really like being with him. He’s funny and caring and smart. Not to mention gorgeous.”