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Owen

I can have any girl I want. Except her.

I'm good at exactly two things: motocross racing and casual sex. Or I was good at the second one until I met Lucy Salcido. She's a reporter for MotoRacer magazine, and she's been "embedded" with my team ever since I came out of nowhere to lead the championship series this year. Having her around all the time has definitely put a crimp in my style. It's tough to pick up a new girl after every race when Lucy's there, watching me. Judging me. And it doesn't help that she's the girl I really want: all sexy brown skin, big eyes, soft curves, and the kind of smart that should make a guy like mewho barely graduated high schoolquake in his dirt bike boots but just makes me hot and hard.

But I don't do relationships. I can't. Not when I'm on the road all the time. Not when I've got no prospects for being anywhere else. A girl like Lucy doesn't want a guy like me. Or does she?

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