Chapter 177. Adrenaline and Speed

Jeremy’s POV

I spotted Maxton outside the lodge, downstairs.

He was standing near the concrete railing that separated the paddock from the inner track area, shoulders slightly hunched like he was keeping a low profile. At the sight of him—relief crashed into my chest first, then something close to pride.

I wasn’t seeing him as the one who killed Chris. Circumstances had demanded that. What mattered was that he was here.

I closed the distance between us, and pulled him into a hug. It’s been long since I used to see him like a younger brother I didn’t have. I could still remember riding with him for hours, teaching him the core aspects of riding and all.

Chris would have killed him.

“You’re really here,” I said into his shoulder.

“I couldn’t miss today.”

I pulled back, gripping his shoulders, scanning his face like I was making sure he was okay. “How the hell did you pull it off?”

He exhaled slowly, eyes softening. “You.”