Her frustration level rose by leaps and bounds every day. The three bikers refused to follow the simplest of safety precautions, and Nate wasn’t much better. They didn’t understand the legal issues that required that they don’t actually hit each other. At one point, her team had to break up two of the bikers when their stunt hits got a little too personal. By Friday, she was angry enough to release the other three bikers to her team, so they could keep running through the group stunts. She needed the time to start working on the solo and couple’s stunts with Nate. The other three weren’t as important, and she really no longer cared if they made the cut or not. She wanted Nate away from them. The separation would, hopefully, give him a better chance of getting with the program. As she ran through the first solo stunt with him, she could tell that his concentration was off. “What’s going on, Nate?” Hands on the hips of his faded blue jeans, Nate blew out a frustrated breath.
