Cloe POV
The adrenaline rush I got from riding was terrific. I missed riding and getting away from life, blocking out all the troubles, letting the ride take over, and thinking mainly about the ride. It was an opportunity to turn off and just be.
My thoughts drifted back to Storm as I watched him leave with his dad.
"Cloe, come with me, let's go to my office and chat." Okay, was that a man's talk for Storm and a girl's talk for me? I wheeled myself at a brisk pace, keeping up with Fixer; she rarely slowed just because I was in the wheelchair. I took it as a mark of normalcy that she didn't slow for the kids; mind you, her pace wasn't as fast as Storms or Tanks. Fixer sat on the lounge in her office, and I rolled to be close to her; she didn't push for me to move to the chair, like Fixe
