"No." Liesel wasn't nervous, she was pissed the hell off. She'd won the raffle fair and square and the rules said nothing about sharing Scooter.
Fifty-seven tickets. It took thirty-six hours of babysitting the devil Bradly twins to earn the money for those tickets. All so she could listen to Kristen chew and babble. Maybe this is what her mama was talking about when she said "be careful what you wish for. You just might get it."
A door clanked shut behind them and Liesel whipped around. She pasted a fake smile on her face, the one she used after church to greet Pastor Bob and his wife.
Scooter.
The frozen smile eased and she choked down a unwarranted burst of laughter. Lord help her, she went all doe eyed. Dammit. She made fun of the girls at school who acted like giggling barbies.
Scooter grinned--that Bo Duke charming smile that made her panties melt--and said, "You girls ready?"
Girls? Seriously? She'd be eighteen in 372 days. She'd show him girl.
Since she'd won the raffle and Kristen was a damned usurper, Liesel got to drive first. She eased up to the stop sign separating the school lot from highway 106. Scooter's foot hovered over the instructor's break pedal.
"Easy." He waved his hands in a gentle downward motion, the universal sign for slow down. "Look both ways before going."
Liesel shifted to first, cursing the standard transmission as the clutch slipped and the gears grinded together.
"Shit." She forced the gear stick into position with a clunk.
"It's okay." Scooter patted her arm reassuringly.
Liesel's brain exploded on contact. Perhaps driving lessons with Scooter were a bad idea.
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