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Title: Jumpstart (Crossroads #4)
Author: Riley Hart
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: October 27, 2016
Word Count: 97
Motocross star, Beckett Monroe, is in need of some serious R&R. Not only to adjust to his new out-of-the-closet status, but in hopes of reigniting his passion for motocross. To his surprise, support shows up in the way of Christian Foster, his childhood best friend and first love. Spending time with Christian is the jumpstart Beck’s heart needs. But even if Christian can forgive Beckett for hurting him years ago, do they stand a chance against the obstacles in their path?
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He let out an amused chuckle.
“What?” Christian asked as they pulled into the driveway of the cabin.
“Just thinking about all the trouble we used to get into. About how many times we heard our names getting yelled by someone frustrated with whatever antics we’d gotten up to that time.”
“Oh God. Don’t remind me. You were such a bad influence on me.”
Beckett cocked a brow at him. “I’m pretty sure you have that the wrong way.” But really, he just thought trouble came looking for them when they were together. He couldn’t let Christian blame it on him without blaming it on Christian, though.
“I think you might have hit your head a few too many times during crashes.” Christian stepped out of the car, then opened the back door. “I was a good boy. You were always the one saying, ‘Let’s take the bikes on this path, Chris. Who cares if it’s private property? No one will catch us. Let’s try this jump, Chris. Oh, we can steal some beers and drink them in that abandoned house, Chris.’ I just went along for the ride.” He grabbed his bag and grinned at Beckett. Christ, this felt good.
“You have selective memory, but I’ll let it slide for now. It’s the least I can do after you came all this way.” Once he was out of the car, they went for the steps that led onto the small front porch of the cabin. “Are you hungry?”
“No. I could use a drink though.”
“Beer?” he asked as he unlocked the door.
They made their way inside. “I’m staying in the room at the end of the hall. You can put your bag in the first room on the left and change or whatever. We can head to the back deck, watch some TV inside, or if you just want to take your drink and go to bed, I understand. You had a long day of traveling.”
To Virginia to see him. He still couldn’t believe that Christian was here with him now.
“Some fresh air sounds good,” Christian replied, and then they stood there looking at each other without moving. His eyes looked bluer than Beckett remembered. They were like the ocean in a painting—bright and magical.
He had a small mole next to his eye. A fading scar on his chin from when he went off his bicycle on a ramp and hit the concrete. Memory after memory slammed into him, washed over him like waves in the same ocean he was just thinking matched Christian’s eyes. Christian represented a part of him that was real and honest in ways Beckett never let himself be. Even when he’d meet a man on an app or at a club it wasn’t honest. They didn’t know each other or care about each other or keep each other’s secrets. They hadn’t laughed together or gotten scared together or even held each other while they cried.
That was only Christian.
Christian who broke their silence with, “Well, this is awkward. I think we just had a moment there. It’s a little too soon for that. I’ll put my bags away and be right back.”
Damned if a warmth didn’t spread through his chest and a smile tug at his lips, and if all those questions about his career and what would happen and where his passion was going didn’t bury themselves a little deeper. Christian had always been good at making him forget things.
“I’ll get the beer.”
“You do that.”
“I will,” Beckett said and then he rolled his eyes. “I think we somehow went through a time portal and we might be sixteen-year-old kids again. Christ, you’re making me act weird.” Before they continued to play the staring game, Beckett turned and went for the fridge to get their beer. He heard Christian’s footsteps get farther and farther away until he didn’t hear them at all anymore. That’s when he breathed.
Riley Hart is the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s a hopeless romantic, a lover of sexy stories, passionate men, and writing about all the trouble they can get into together.
She loves reading, flawed characters, and hanging out with her husband and children, who she adores. She and her family live in Southern California, soaking up the sunshine, while also missing seasons. Not a day goes by that she isn’t thankful she gets to wake up and do what she loves.Website GoodReads More Reviews Facebook Twitter