Crossfire by Savage Niki

Author:Savage, Niki [Savage, Niki]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Niki Savage
Published: 2011-10-14T21:00:00+00:00

After removing some frozen food from the freezer for supper, Marcelle prepared to leave. “I should be back at around eight. The race will be live on France 2, if you want to watch,” she said, hefting her kitbag.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Good luck,” he said as she stepped into the elevator.

“Thanks. Bye.”

About five minutes later, he saw the black Diablo heading for the gates of the complex. He changed into shorts and a T-shirt, and went up to the gym. For the next hour, he occupied himself with weight training and cardio. Then he went upstairs to the pool, and relaxed on one of the loungers, enjoying the fresh air and the sun on his naked upper body.

Afterwards he took a quick bath, careful not to get his dressings wet, and put on a comfortable tracksuit. It was one thirty, and he was hungry, the victim of his returning appetite.

He made himself a cup of coffee, and loaded a plate with two slices of chocolate cake and a couple of biscuits. Thus armed, he headed for the living room and switched on the television.

Coverage of the event had already started and the sports presenter said they had secured an interview with the favorite, who was also the title defender, Marcelle Deschamps.

A second later, the screen changed to show a busy scene of preparation, with many cars, team buses and bicycles in evidence. The camera drifted about the scene before coming to rest on a presenter. The young man spoke for a minute before the camera drew back to include Marcelle in the picture. She stood astride her bike, leaning her forearms on her handlebars, a picture of relaxation.

The presenter asked various questions about the race, which she answered with the quiet confidence that came with knowing she would win. This was not at all like the woman Stefan had come to know.

He realized this was her public persona, confident and composed. He couldn’t suppress a smile when the presenter asked, “How are you feeling today, and what do you think your chances are, Marcelle?”

She straightened up, and examined her nails before looking up, a little smile on her face. “I feel great, as always, and as usual I would say that my chances are excellent.” There was a touch of arrogance in her answer, and she carried on to dismiss any suggestions that the opposition posed a threat. The interview ended, and the camera followed her to the start. The crowd shouted encouragement to her. She raised a hand in recognition, and smiled at her fans. The starter’s gun sounded, and the race was off, scheduled for a distance of 120 kilometers.

The first ten kilometers progressed without much activity, with a few of the riders trying attacks. The pack brought them back every time. Stefan noticed that the girls who chased down the breakaways wore the colors of Ultima-Fabelta, like Marcelle.

The commentator speculated that Ultima-Fabelta would try to keep the pack together as much as possible, because there was a ten-kilometer mountain pass about twenty kilometers from the finish.

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