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Unless she changed her mind and was going to end things with him.
He tried not to think that way. It was going to be what it was.
It’s not like he was changing his plans. This had been his dream ever since his parents took him on vacation and he got to look at old fighter planes and helicopters. The helicopters drew him in more, but he was willing to give them both a try.
His parents always knew what he wanted and they supported him even through their fears.
Lara found it exciting and sexy. The night he’d told her what he was going to do after graduation was when she told him she was ready to go all the way. That was a month after they’d been dating.
It fed his ego that she was supporting his career choice, and from that point on, she’d bragged to many at the same time she’d tried to show him how much she needed speed.
He wouldn’t say he ever had a need for speed like she did.
Not when she took a turn fast enough to have him grabbing the door.
“What is your rush?” he asked. “We’re only going to the movies.”
“I’ve got this car, might as well drive it like it’s meant to be.”
He’d told her all the time to let up on the gas. She’d let him drive it a time or two, but that was it. He didn’t ask, she’d offered. He didn’t want her to get in trouble if her parents found out.
“If you abuse it too much it won’t last that long,” he said. He took care of what was his.
“It will be fine,” she said, laughing, her hair blowing in the breeze with the sunroof open and the windows down.
That was her answer to everything.
Lincoln knew he’d have to learn to accept that if they were going to be married. No two people were the same or perfect.
They got to the mall, went in and grabbed a quick burger at the food court, then were in the theater with five minutes to spare. They spent more time in the back making out, his hand sliding under her shirt and even down her pants, than they did watching the movie.
When it ended a little after nine, they walked around the mall before closing and were back in her car at ten.
“What do you want to do for an hour?” he asked.
“I’m not going to be home at eleven,” she said. “It’s lame. It’s Saturday night and I’m eighteen. You don’t have a curfew.”
Only because he knew she did and his parents were fine with that. When he got home late, it worried them and he’d apologize left and right, but they knew he was at the mercy of Lara if she was picking him up and dropping him off.
He’d offered to get her, but she always wanted to be out in her car. Since it was a sweet ride he couldn’t complain much about it.
He didn’t have a chance to dispute her comment when she pulled out in traffic with another car coming not that far away.
“Lara!” he shouted, but it was too late.
The truck hit them in the driver’s door, throwing Lara’s body like a rag doll in a washing machine toward him only to have it snap back by the seatbelt.
His last thought was this was going to end up being his fault. He knew it.
He didn’t remember anything else before his airbag went off, knocking him unconscious.
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WORTHY OF ME
Seventeen Years Later
“Hey, Grandpa,” Grace Stone said, walking in the back door of her grandfather’s home on Amore Island.
