The late afternoon sun glinting off the new-fallen snow made it almost impossible to see, even with his Oakleys on. He could only pray to God she wasn’t blinded while mid-air. Brody watched her carefully ride the bike through the small path he had cleared for her with the Bobcat. This wasn’t exactly the best way to practice, but given the time constraints that his dad’s last minute schedule change had put them under, he and Molly didn’t have much of a choice. Their only option was to freeze their asses off and hope to hell she didn’t get hurt. Secluded in the Pennsylvania country-side, the quiet was his best tool, and he used it to his advantage. Listening intently to the sounds of the bike, he paid even more attention than he normally did. Any noise that sounded like the engine was cutting out or having problems in the cold and he’d pull her. Practice be damned. She wasn’t getting hurt on his watch. Placing a hand over his eyes, he tried to block as much of the sun as possible while his gaze followed her up the dirt take off ramp.
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