Read an ExcerptOverdrive
By CHRIS FABRY
Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.
Copyright © 2008 Just Write Productions
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SKYLAR JENNINGS EXPERIMENTAL DRIVING SCHOOL, PRESENT DAY
JAMIE MAXWELL'S MOUTH fell open, and she stared at Bud Watkins, the grizzled old guy in charge of the driving school. She couldn't believe what he had just said. After coming up with the money for the school and setting her heart on finishing, he'd told her to pack her bags and leave.
As far as she knew, she hadn't broken any of the rules. She hadn't smoked, rubbed snuff, consumed alcohol, or done any other prohibited things. She hadn't even eaten the calorie-filled pizza at the restaurant in the lobby of the hotel.
"Just go on back to your room and I'll call your parents to come take you home," Bud said.
Jamie's mind spun as she grabbed the doorknob. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run from this place and never come back. But something stopped her. She let go of the knob, the door opening.
"Go on," Bud said. "Get out of here."
Jamie turned back to him. "I know you're the king of this place and you have the power to send me home anytime you want. I'm okay with that. But I sold my race car to come here, and I put my future in your hands. Now you take all that away-plus the chance to realize a dream-"
"What are you saying?" Bud said, his face pained.
She took a breath. "I'm saying that I at least deserve an explanation. Why are you kicking me out?" Her voice was strained and her face felt flushed. She was sure there were veins sticking out of her neck. "I've done everything you asked. And all I want is to be treated fairly."
Bud looked hard at her and bit his lower lip.
When he didn't say anything, Jamie shook her head. "So why am I being kicked out?"
He put on his white Stetson and stood, waving a hand. "All right, you passed. Go back to the hotel."
Jamie squinted like she hadn't heard him correctly. "Say that again. I passed what?"
He shoved his car keys in his pocket. "If you read the fine print of the contract, you'll see that there is a bunch of tests-and not just on the track. Some people here are too timid. Good drivers but they don't stand up for themselves."
"And that was the rap against me?"
"That's the rap against your old man. Nice guy. Works hard. But he lets others push him around."
"Like Devalon," she said.
Jamie blew out a breath. "And if I'd have walked out of here, you would have let me. Game over, just like that."
"Listen, Jamie. You gotta want what's here. We're not giving it away. You have to reach out and take it. If you're willing to walk away without a fight, that only proves what people say is true."
Jamie narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm going to be the first woman to win the cup, and my dad isn't a pushover."
"And the name's Maxwell. You call all the guys by their last names. I expect the same for me."
He stared at her. "Fair enough, Maxwell. You should know that we're extending the school into July. The board made the decision last night."
"But won't that be hard-I mean, I don't think I have enough money for room and board."
"The extra time is being covered. That is, if you want to keep learning."
Jamie nodded. "I want that license. I'll be here."
She almost slammed the door behind her, but she didn't want to go too far. Now she knew what to expect-and that was just about anything.
She jogged back to the hotel, feeling 10 pounds lighter and ready to drive again.
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