Chapter 4
He eyed her with a frown. “Then move it.”
The lot of them ran across the porch, down the driveway, and the moment their hands touched the car, the mood changed. Gone were the house and the parents. The tedium and the bullshit slipped away and were replaced by a sense of freedom and excitement, with the promise of warm summer nights and rock music.
Gerry grinned, shook his head, and laughed. Angie scooted alongside him, tried to grab the car keys from his hand and shouted, “I’m driving!” while her friends tittered and piled into their dad’s Cutlass.
“Not while I’m alive,” he shouted back and held the keys above her head. She’d just got her license, and was doing pretty good, but he’d be damned if he was risking his life by letting her behind the wheel. “Get in or get gone.”
“You suck,” she hissed, then grinned at the statement.
He offered her a smile back, leaned closer and whispered, “Not yet. But I’ve been practicing.”