Kayla.

"You made it," Dean beams as soon as I pull over. Has he been waiting for me? Of course, it's Dean we are talking about.

The area is jammed, countless bikes litter the place, and the sounds of roaring engines are prominent in the air.

There are a few riders lined up on the sidelines waiting for their turn, and each is standing beside their supposed opponents. I curiously look beside me at the man I'm racing and struggle to remember where I've seen him before.

"Who is he?" I ...