Eleanor’s trepidation rose as they approached the next water station. She still had no idea what Caine was hinting at until she saw the bikes parked off to the side. Then she saw a pair of burly men in leather cuts in addition to the race officials in red. Wide-eyed, she looked at Caine, who smirked.
“I told you it wouldn’t be a problem. Volunteers, remember?”
Eleanor glanced upward as she recalled the sign-up sheet in the Clubhouse. It had been slowly filled with names throughout the week though she hadn’t paid much attention while she trained for the run. But why hadn’t there been any Brothers at the first stop?
“Gus usually doesn’t get enough volunteers for every station,” Caine answered her unasked question.
As they neared the station, she realized the volunteers were no strangers
