Chapter 13
Leesa
‘Is this some kind of joke? Not everything is about you.’
‘You’re good at reminding me of that,’ he said with a chuckle that was a total mismatch with the look on his face.
I couldn’t imagine why he thought he’d caused half of the peloton to come down during my last race.
‘I was there,’ he said, which explained nothing. ‘With the spectators. You didn’t see me. I think I distracted some of the others.’
‘You think your face is such a distraction?’ Oops, maybe he’d think I was flirting with him, from that quip. My throat was a little thick with the realisation that I did understand why people thought he was hot, no matter how much I wished I didn’t.
‘Look, I just wanted to say sorry and… goodbye – you know?’
I wondered if I was still under the influence of the painkillers, because this Colin seemed way too serious for the guy who’d squeezed my energy gel until it squirted me in the face more than once.
My phone buzzed and I picked it up to see a message from Lori: Urgh, I should have known my idiot brother was behind this.
She’d sent a picture, a still from the race footage.
When I tapped on the picture, a spluttering gasp rose up in my throat.
The incident – and Colin’s words – were beginning to make sense.
‘What the hell is this? Some kind of prank, right?’ I turned the phone around to show him.
With a groan, he hung his head, rubbing a hand over his hair.
The still clearly showed Colin standing at the side of the road as the bikes whipped past, holding up a cardboard sign that read: Go Leesa.