Her world is turned into upside down when her mechanic is injured and she discovers Bryce Huntington, her childhood sweetheart, is back in town. Even though he shattered her heart ten years ago she has no other choice but to enlist Bryce’s help in the pit. What she hasn’t counted on is the animosity between Justin and Bryce which threatens to throw her world into chaos. Everything she has worked for is in danger of disappearing.
She has to choose who to trust, who to protect and who to let go.
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Penny sat on the on the side of the road, her knees pulled up to her chest and her head resting in her hands. Her tears subsided, though her chest ached from sobbing. She looked up at the BSA, its chain hanging limp, useless and broken. Fighting back the urge to cry again she pulled her phone from her pocket, a hopeless gesture. The signal strength still read zero. She had no idea how long she sat and cried. She didn’t cry over her bike or even the helplessness of being stranded. The embarrassment of being taken in by Justin ripped at her chest. She cried over her own stupidity at being fooled so completely by the smooth talking Justin. Surely there had been signs? She must have been too caught up in the moment, in the attention he’d lavished on her, not to see them. His big easy infectious smile made her feel special. She had really believed there was something between them, something in the making.
Had he been serious when he asked her to join his team? She nearly accepted his offer, glad of having waited. Now she sat stuck on the side of the road with no idea of how to get out of this new mess. She had no option other than to sit, wait and hope somebody would come past. There was no way of telling how long she might be here before somebody came by.
A distant sound jolted Penny out of her self-pity. A car? She scrambled to her feet ready to wave down the driver. The sound increased as a motor cycle raced around the bend toward her. She stepped to the side of the road and waved her arms. The bike roared past, the exhaust noise obscene as it shattered the silence and almost deafened her. The rider turned his head, a pair of mirrored sunglasses momentarily reflected her image back at her. The brake light came on and flames shot from the exhaust pipes as the rider slowed. Something else caught her attention, a patch on the back of the rider’s vest – Dogs of Dereliction.