He tucked me under his arm and guided me through the crush with Landon and Penna in the lead. We had another twenty feet before we made it into the motocross park. “Damn it,” he seethed, but when I glanced at his face, he wore his Wilder grin, complete with putting his fist into the air. “Wilder!” one reporter called out. “He’s not taking questions,” Little John answered behind us. “What are you doing in Rome? Is it true you’re taking this year off? Is this in preparation for the live event you have scheduled in Abu Dhabi?” The questions fired from both aisles, conflicting with what they thought they knew. Live event in Abu Dhabi? What? If it wasn’t the questions assaulting us, it was screaming fans. “I thought this was supposed to be secret?” I asked. “Me, too,” he said, pressing a kiss into my hair.
