“Love it,” I squeak. I brake to a stop and awkwardly scoot my bike over the ramp. Behind me, Will snorts.

“Think that’s funny?” I ask over my shoulder. “Let’s see you do it.”

Will is ten feet back. He’s riding one of Gavin’s old bikes. He has on a helmet, bike gloves, and a pair of shorts and a T-shirt that shows off his bulky shoulders and biceps.

When I arrived at the mountain bike trail, Gavin was already there with Will and two bikes. I wasn’t surprised to see Will. Of course my traitorous body started to cheer.

Gavin said that Will had been working since three in the morning, and since it was eleven, he’d already put in a full day. Which meant Gavin felt obligated to drag Will from the office and make him have some fun. Gavin said “fun” with a weird emphasis. I smiled and agreed that Will did need to loosen up and have some fun. Will looked at me with a wolfish gleam in his eyes. A gleam that made heat rush to my cheeks.

The Romeo mountain bike trails are on the ski slopes outside of town. The ski lodge converts the slopes to bike trails during the non-snow sport months. For the first half-mile, Gavin stayed close, telling stories about other bike trails he’s been on. But after it became clear that Will and I were mountain bike newbs, Gavin sped forward to try out some of the more expert obstacles.

“What’ll you give me if I make the jump?” Will asks.

There’s that light in his eyes again, the gleam that he had right before he kissed me last night. I stare at him for a long moment, then, "Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

He scowls at me and my gaze latches on to the fullness of his lower lip. Earlier, when I saw Gavin in shorts and a t-shirt, I waited for a flood of attraction, a flash of lust, something, anything…it didn’t come.

But one look at Will and all I can think of is the look in his eyes when he pressed me against the wall and—

“Stop looking at me like that,” he says in a low, husky voice.

I startle and shake myself out of the fantasy.

He moves his bike back and I maneuver off the path. Will picks up speed, hits the ramp perfectly and lands five feet past me. He brakes, turns around and gives me a wicked smile.

“Fine. You win. I’m the only one here who is terrible at mountain biking.” I think for moment. “Or sports. I’m pretty terrible at all sports. Except walking.”

Will smiles at me and I feel myself flush. “You’re good at climbing trees.”

“Is that a sport?”

“Obviously.”

I smile and climb back on my bike. We start forward. Will lets me lead, since I’m the slower, more wobbly one.