Page 117 of Test Drive


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“Firebird with you?”

“N—”

“Hey, Donovan!” she pipes up.

Bad move.I frown and give her a light slap on the ass.

“How’s training going, you guys?”

“It’s going.” Amy shoots me a grin.

“Happy with your student, Lewis?”

“She’s damn good,” I offer, as Amy starts rocking back and forth on top of me.

I snap my eyes shut, gnawing at the inside of my cheek to stop myself from groaning.

What a tease.

“That’s great to hear. It must be going really well, since you’re not here? Practice is, like, now.”

I leap out of my seat, squinting at the clock on the dashboard, the dazed, dreamlike fog suddenly clearing.Fuck! How the hell…?

“Shit!” I put a hand on Amy’s shoulder, urging her to stop. “I amsuchan asshole—I totally lost track of time!”

Just like that, I’ve switched gear and my mind is racing.

“We’re with the local guys on that old court. My dad’s asked me twice what the holdup is. Hurry the fuck up, man—he’s seriously pissed, and you know I suck at fake excuses!”

“Gimme fifteen!”

When he hangs up, I close my eyes, silently berating myself.How could I have forgotten this?

I look up at Firebird. She’s still straddling me.

“I need to go,” I say, and I know I sound curt, but that’s only because I messed up.

I let things slip.

I’m about to miss the start of practice, and it’s all because of her.

Amy stares at me for a moment, before tugging down on her sweater and sliding back over to the passenger seat, arching her back to button up her pants and shrugging on her jacket. She slings her bag over her shoulder and flings open the door.

“Where you going?”

“Home. I’ll walk—you’ve got stuff to do.”

“What? Don’t be like that, Amy. I’ll drop you back at campus.”

“Don’t worry about it, I could do with the walk. You just go.”

I’m of two minds. Leaving her here would save me a lot of time, for sure… But there’s something about the way she’s looking at me that’s giving me pause.

She steps out of the car, and the knot in my stomach tightens.

“Let’s pick back up some other time,” I try.

Her gaze drifts over to the trees. “Sure—wanna swing by my place after your game?”