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stuff.”
    “Do you plan on working out and stuff with Becca?”
    He dunks his egg roll into sweet and sour sauce. “Let’s just focus back on the business plan.”
    “Fine,” I say, giving him a sinister glare. It’s so much fun to watch my former player of a best friend freak out and actually turn into a normal, one-woman guy. I’m proud of him. But I’m not about to get all weird and mushy and tell him that. I take a sip from my Coke and lean forward in the booth. “So we buy the land, and then what? We’ll need a tractor to build a track, which is expensive as hell but I could probably rent Mr. Fisher’s for a while.”
    Park nods. “We can clear out the land ourselves. Most of it is already cleared and there’s a few trees we can work around and build the track between them.” He points to an area on his hand sketched map of the land, which is basically a large rectangle that shares a border with one of the county roads. “I figure we can set up camp sites over on this side, and then in the summer time and over Christmas break and stuff, we can do weekly training camps and kids can spend the whole week here, riding and practicing twenty-four seven.”
    “That would be badass,” I say with a nod. Our own personal motocross training center—that sounds like the greatest career someone like me could have, second only to actually being a professional racer again. Of course, now that I have a family and a home, the last thing I’d want is to be traveling around the country racing professionally every weekend. That was my life before me and my bad temper had gotten kicked out of the pros and before I’d met Bayleigh. I’ve always wanted a career in motocross, something I can rely on when I’m too old to keep riding. This could be the perfect idea.
    “What about business permits and taxes and shit? Plus we’d have to build a building and parking lot and lights and water and…” I stop myself as the list continues to grow in my head. “This will be expensive.”
    “Definitely, but I think we can turn a profit soon.” Park slides out some more papers from the stack he keeps in a tan folder. “I’ve met with a tax lawyer. Here’s the permits and licenses we’d need. I also have a guy who would draft up our waivers for the kid’s parents to sign. But it doesn’t just have to be about kids either… we could do like, motocross bachelor parties or—hell I don’t know. Charity races and stuff.”
    “We could do all of that and more if we had our own track,” I say. I take another bite of food, feeling temporarily guilty because I know how much Bay loves Chinese food. Maybe I’ll swing back by after work and bring her some for dinner.
    I smile. “I think we should do it, definitely. I am all in for this. Of course I need to run it all past Bayleigh but—” I shrug. “I think she’d be cool with it. Don’t you?”
    Park shrugs. “She’s a cool chick. As long as she believes in you putting a shit ton of money on the line, then I don’t see why she’d object.”
    Shit. When he puts it that way…does Bayleigh have the faith in me? Would she support me spending a heap of our savings on a crazy business adventure that requires me to leave my job and my steady paycheck?
    God, I hope so.

Chapter 15
     
     
    I can hear the unrelenting sound of Jett screaming his head off before my key gets in the front door. He’s doing that scream-for-no-reason thing he sometimes does, I can tell by the sound of it as I unlock the door and step inside our apartment.
    “What’s my little man crying about?” I call out. No one answers me, but it’s not like I expected Jett to suddenly stop crying and say, “Why sorry, father. I am crying because I’m pissed off for no reason.”
    I smile at the ridiculous thought and scan the living room for Bay. That’s who I expected to answer me, but she hasn’t said a word. If she has, maybe I just can’t hear it over the screaming.
    “Bay?” I call out as I step