If anyone fell or got a flat, she’d need to be there. She could see Frankie up in the distance, not too far off. Mac got into her zone, pedaling to the rhythm of the wheels on the pavement, the ruts in the road, and the cars going by. The bike felt like air underneath her. Or, rather, like it was part of her. Even if she wasn’t going full tilt, she was flying, connected to the earth by a thin strip of rubber, a well-oiled machine, and her power. She was stronger physically than she’d ever been. Now if she could only get as strong mentally, maybe she’d be able to stop thinking about Grady. Her mind kept going back to him. Back to them. It was like picking a scab—painful, yet impossible to resist. How could he sleep with Sophie? She was almost family, even if they didn’t grow up together. By law Sophie would be his sister. Psychologically, it was family. Mackenzie shuddered so hard her front tire wobbled.
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