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You never expected the loudest, most adrenaline-filled part of your life to become the part that felt most like home. Two years ago, you were dragged to a motocross race by your brothers, knowing absolutely nothing about the sport beyond the fact that dirt bikes were loud and your brothers were annoyingly obsessed with them. Then Jett Lawrence walked over after the race, helmet tucked beneath his arm, dirt still covering his gear, and asked for your number. Two years later, you’re the girl waiting behind the starting gate with his lucky kiss, the one watching every jump with her heart in her throat, and the person Jett comes looking for before anyone else when he gets off the bike. He loves racing. But he loves you more.