The Biker's Fate Chapter 220

"Hey, babe." This time Buck peeked in, standing next to Flea.

I sighed. "Hey."

"Why are you goin' to piss on Fozzie?" he asked.

Flea grinned. "Forget your post-Olympics breakfast cereal endorsement... you could be the new face of adult diapers."

"I guess that all depends on if you medal," Buck added.

"Ohmigod, you two quit," I said, holding back another giggle. At least I didn't feel as nervous as I did a little while ago.

"Can we help?" Flea asked.

"Um, actually, I need to get him tacked up and oil his hooves. Help would be most appreciated."

"Don't know what any of that means," Buck said. "But happy to assist."

I was up second for my team. Jack was scheduled to go first, and I wanted to watch him, so we had less than thirty minutes to get Fozzie ready and get over to the arena. The day was hot and I'd be in dress coat and top hat, the whole nine-yards, so I was grateful we'd have a covered area to wait. For the moment I was sweating through shorts and a tank-top, dreading having to put more clothes on.

"Kim, you need to get changed," Knight barked as he moved Buck and Flea aside.

"Fozzie's not ready," I argued.

"We'll take care of him," he said. "Everyone else is ready, I don't understand why it takes you so fuckin' long."

"I want him to be perfect."

"He will be. Holy shit, woman, go get ready."

"Iguana!" I cried.

He nodded to Buck and Flea who waited until Knight was in the stall with me before standing in front of it, blocking the view for anyone trying to peer in. Knight pulled me into his arms and kissed my temple. "Hey. You're gonna do great, sugar," he whispered.

"I don't want to screw up."

"If you do, you do."

"It's a really big deal, Knight," I whispered, dropping my cheek to his chest. "I don't want to fail."

"Sweetheart, you're not going to fail. Just do your best and trust your horse. Remember, it's just the two of you out there, okay?"

I bit my lip and nodded.

"Love you," he said, and kissed me gently.

"Love you, too."

"Go get your fancy shit on," he ordered, smacking my bottom gently.

I nodded and headed to the dressing area. After changing into jodhpurs, dress shirt, jacket and boots, I pulled my hair into a bun at the base of my neck and wrapped a net around it, securing my top hat and joining everyone back at the stalls.

Knight was just pulling Fozzie out and I smiled. "He looks great."

Knight handed the reins to me. "He's all ready to go."

Courtney hugged me. "You look beautiful."

"So do you," I said.

"You're forgetting your spurs, hon."

"I don't wear them. I just can't bring myself to use them," I admitted.

"Not even in competition?"

I shook my head.

"She doesn't need them," Knight provided. "Come on, I'll give you ladies a leg up and we'll head over. The rest of the team is already over there."

We mounted our horses and walked over to the arena. Jack was up in five minutes, so we wished him luck and waited our turn.

"Jack Martin riding Benito," the announcer called over the PA and my stomach roiled.

"Good luck!" I said, and Jack smiled, guiding Benito into the ring.

Knight stood next to me, but studied Jack as he rode. And rode he did. I was transfixed at how beautiful Benito looked as they did their "ballet" movements. It was magical.

Jack removed his top hat and bowed to the judges, then walked out to us. Knight patted the horse's neck and smiled. "About four mistakes, Jack. Excellent work."

Jack grinned. "Thank God. I thought it was worse than only four."

"You looked great," Knight said.

"Thanks."

"Kimberly Church riding Farzuk."

"I'm going to be sick," I whispered, as I turned Fozzie to the arena.

"You got this," Knight said, and I hoped I did.

I was in such a blur, I couldn't tell you what I did, when I did it, or if I even did anything right, but when I was done, I bowed my head, and guided Fozzie out of the arena and toward my team whose mouths all seemed to be dropped, and Knight was shaking his head.

My heart dropped. Crap! I must have done really poorly.

I walked into the covered area and dismounted, finding myself pulled into an enthusiastic hug by my man... despite our down low status. "Perfect score, sugar."

"What?" I rasped after he'd put me down.

"Not one mistake," he said.

"Liar."

"Listen." He nodded toward the speakers.

"...Church riding Farzuk. No mistakes. Perfect score," the announcer said.

"Ohmigod," I whispered.

"Courtney Lewis riding Mystic," the announcer continued.

Jack rushed over to hug me, Morgan and Marcus were still waiting, but I got a thumbs-up from Marcus and a big congratulatory grin from Morgan.

"Holy shit, girl," Jack gushed. "You were totally in the zone."

"I was," I agreed. "I don't remember even doing any of it." I wrapped my arms around Fozzie's neck, handing him a peppermint as a treat. "Well done, boy. You made me look phenomenal!"

In the end, I tied with Lorraine Symonds on Team New Zealand, so she and I would have to ride one more time if we didn't surpass each other in the other competitions. No one else came close. Jack, however, was third in line, so he was (currently) guaranteed the bronze. Now, if we could just do as well in the jumping and cross-country, we'd smoke Rio.

By the time I fell into bed that night, I wasn't sure I'd be able to sleep, but in true Kim form, I passed out almost immediately.