Chapter 22

• "Obviously it didn't work," Annabelle says dryly.
• "No. He scared me some, but afterward Annabelle asked him if he could show her some of the stunt moves," he shrugs, a half smirk on his lips as he looks out toward the water. "He finally agreed, let her drive his car around the track a couple of times. For some reason, one of his friends had come with him to the track that day. The guy's name was Beckett. He worked for a local race crew who'd just lost their driver. He asked if Annabelle had ever thought about racing. She laughed at him. First of all, he was her age, so how could he be part of a race team, and secondly, how could he watch her take a couple of laps and know that she could drive? When she asked, he said he thought she could handle a car pretty well, and would she like to come back the next day and talk to him some more."
• "Talk about being at the right place at the right moment," Annabelle murmurs, happy to learn something about him that she couldn't read about by looking on the Internet.