Sisters Like Us. Сьюзен Мэллери

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      He stood and called to Jazz, sent the dog in the house, then looked at Becca. “Okay, let’s go.”

      “Where are we going?”

      “To practice your driving.”

      “My mom’s not here.”

      “I’m not taking you on the freeway, kid, I’m taking you to an empty parking lot to see what you know how to do and how we get along. If it goes well, I’ll talk to your mom when we get back.”

      She stared at him. “Then what am I going to...” She spun to face the sleek, white Mercedes convertible. She didn’t know much about cars, but she knew that one cost a lot. Maybe as much as their house.

      “No way.”

      He shrugged. “It’s insured. You’ll be fine. Do you have your temporary license?”

      “Let me get it.”

      She raced inside and dug her wristlet out of her backpack, then hurried back outside. Lucas stood by his car, the driver’s door open.

      “The car’s not going to drive itself,” he called.

      Excitement and hope fluttered in her stomach. If Lucas would really help her get her hours, then she wouldn’t have to depend on her dad or bug her mom. She vowed to do the best she could on their mini lesson so he would want to teach her more.

      She joined him and got in the driver’s side. He sat next to her and explained how to set the seat and the mirrors.

      “The car sits really low to the ground,” he told her. “It’s going to feel different than your mom’s SUV or your dad’s sedan. Also, it has a more powerful engine, so be careful when you hit the gas.”

      She nodded, then wiped her suddenly damp palms on her jeans.

      “Drive to the high school. Classes are out and there will be plenty of room to practice in the parking lot.” He winked. “Okay, start her up.”

      She absolutely could not believe he was going to let her drive his car. Her mother had practically had a seizure the only time they’d practiced together.

      She pushed the start button, then tried not to jump as the engine roared to life. She kept her foot on the brake as she shifted to Drive, then checked the mirrors four times before slowly pulling out onto the quiet street.

      Mischief Bay High School was less than a mile away, but it took Becca nearly ten minutes to drive there. She stayed well under the twenty-five mile per hour speed limit and came to a full, lingering stop at every sign. By the time she pulled into the parking lot, she felt a little sick to her stomach.

      “I don’t know if I can do this,” she admitted.

      “Are you scared about driving or the car?” Lucas asked.

      “Both.”

      “Driving gets easier with practice. Right now you have to think about everything you’re doing. Once a few things become automatic, you’ll be more comfortable. As for my car, like I said, it’s insured. Okay, let’s start with the basics. Drive to the end of the parking lot, do a three-point turn, drive back and pull into that parking space.”

      Becca tasted bile. “That’s your idea of the basics?”

      He flashed her a grin. “I’ve seen Clueless, kid. At least we’re not going on the freeway.”

      “I’m never going on the freeway.”

      Thirty minutes later, Becca confidently circled the parking lot, making neat figure eights. She made a sharp turn ten feet in front of the flagpole and carefully backed into a parking space before turning to Lucas and laughing.

      “I did it.”

      “You did good. I’m impressed.”

      “Thanks. This car is great. It drives so easily and I’m in love with the backup camera. Thank you for helping me. I really had fun.”

      “Me, too. Want to continue with the lessons?”

      “Of course.”

      Lucas had been calm the whole time. When she’d messed up, he’d had her stop so they could talk about what had gone wrong. She was still nervous about driving, but less so than she had been.

      “I’ll talk to your mom,” he said. “If she agrees, then we’ll keep going. Oh, how are your grades?”

      Becca felt herself flush. “They’re, um, okay.”

      He looked at her without speaking.

      She ducked her head. “I’m getting a couple of Cs and a few Bs.”

      “I thought you were a good student.”

      “I am.” Or she had been. Lately she hadn’t been that interested in school. What was the point? No one paid attention or cared how she was doing.

      “I know you’re smart,” Lucas told her. “Something’s going on. If you want me to help you get your driving hours, you’re going to have to get your grades where they should be. A car is a lot of responsibility. If you can’t be bothered to take care of business at school, then you can’t be trusted with a car.”

      No one had talked to her like that in forever. Becca was both thrilled and annoyed, which felt really good.

      “You’re not the boss of me,” she said automatically.

      “In this case, I am. It’s my time so it’s my rules. If you want my help, then you will get Bs or better in all your classes.”

      “No problem.”

      “I want proof.”

      “What? You don’t trust me?”

      “There’s an old saying. Trust but verify. From now until you get your license, you will show me all your test scores. Understood?”

      “Yes. I promise.”

      “Good. Now let’s go home.”

      Becca made the return trip in half the time. She stayed at the speed limit, stopped at the stop signs for a quick count of one-two, then pulled up in front of her house just as her mom drove into the driveway.

      They all got out at the same time. Harper turned toward them, then nearly dropped her purse. “What are you doing? Did you drive that car? You didn’t. Oh my God! Becca, no. Do you know what a car like that costs? Lucas, I swear, what were you thinking? No one asked me. Where’s your father? Weren’t you supposed to be practicing with him? I feel sick.”

      Lucas shook his head. “She gets real wound up.”

      “She does. I worry about her.”

      “You should.” Lucas walked toward the SUV. “It’s fine, Harper. Terence couldn’t make it so I took СКАЧАТЬ