Page 60 of Revv

“You made the opening.”

“Same fucking difference.”

“No, Revel, it fucking isn’t.” He steps closer, voice lower now, which is worse than the yelling. “You’re talented enough that you don’t need to ride like you’re trying to prove something every time somebody gets in front of you.”

“I wasn’t proving anything.”

“Then what were you doing?”

“Winning.”

He stares at me for a long second.

I hold the look.

Finally, he points at my chest. “You know exactly where the line is. That’s what makes this shit worse. You keep dancing on it because you think knowing where it is means it can’t fucking move. But guess what, it can and all it takes is one stupid split second.”

That lands harder than I want it to.

I look away toward the small window overlooking the paddock. “I had control.”

“And if you lost it?”

“Jesus. I know!”

“Do you?”

I look back at him.

He’s still pissed, but there’s something else under it now. The same thing I saw on Cece’s face.

Worry.

I fucking hate that more than the yelling.

“I know,” I say again, quieter this time.

Andre studies me, then lets out a long breath. “Good. Because I’m not interested in scraping you off a wall because you needed one more inch. Consider yourself suspended from the next race, and you’re lucky that’s all you’re getting. Now, get out.”

“Yep, sure thing Coach, consider me out.”

I pull the door open before he can change his mind.

The guys are already packing up when I step back into the garage. Leathers are half off, helmets tucked under arms, and everyone is moving like the place is on fire.

Sayshen sees me first. “You made it out alive?”

“Shit, barely.”

Talon zips his bag. “How bad?”

“He suspended me, so about as bad as I expected, honestly.”

Echo closes her laptop a little harder than necessary. “He’s not just pissed. He’s scared of losing another rider.”

The joking drops out of the room for half a beat.

I glance toward Andre’s closed office door, then back at her. “I get it.”