Her lungs were fit to burst. Her legs couldn’t pedal any further.
‘Come on, Kelly!’ encouraged the cycling leader, who had slowed down to be level with her. ‘You can do this.’
Kelly didn’t answer. She couldn’t. All efforts to speak and breathe at the same time were impossible. It didn’t help that Leonardo was gorgeous, with green eyes that danced delightfully when he talked to you. He had tousled chestnut-brown hair, greying slightly
