“Sorry, I need to go.” “I’ll figure it out,” he calls when I’m almost up the next hill. I look over my shoulder at him. He has a smile on his face, but there’s something else in his eyes. A challenge. I’m suddenly aware of one very important fact: he’s an athlete. And athletes don’t quit. “Oh yeah?” “Whatever your price is,” he says, taking a deliberate stride forward, “I’ll figure it out, Bex.”
