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When he gets in front of the minivan, he speeds up even more, definitely speeding through town.
His gaze remains on the road as he pushes on the clutch and shifts gears again. “Yeah … Why?”
“Just wondering,” I reply. “My dad used to, and you drive a lot like he did.”
And again, I’m talking about my dad. What’s my deal today?
He flicks a glance over his shoulder. “What’d he drive?”
“Well, he owned a GTO, but he also had a lot of different ones, like a Firebird,” I tell him. “He fixed them up and sold them as a hobby, so he had a lot of different ones. Never a Chevelle, though. I know he wanted one. He just … never got one.”’Cause he died.
Maybe because of me.
“You’re into cars then?” Hunter asks, shifting closer to me in the seat.
“Yeah,” I tell him. “I used to go on these rides with my dad for hours. It was fun. I’ve never actually driven anything, so who knows? Maybe I’ll hate driving.”
Hunter straightens while Zay looks at me with surprise in his eyes. Even Jax looks a little surprised.
“You’ve never drivenever?” Zay asks in shock.
I shake my head. “Nope. I’ve never had the opportunity.”
“Your aunt or uncle didn’t try to teach you?” Zay questions.
“No.” The bite in my tone is obvious, and I can tell they notice.
Zay raises his brows then faces forward. “Someone’s gonna have to teach her to drive.”
“I’ll do it,” Hunter offers, and my stomach somersaults with excitement.
They’re going to teach me how to drive? Okay, I’m not one for accepting offers to help me, but I’ll take this one!
“No way,” Jax says, turning in the seat and resting his arm on the back of it so he can look at Hunter. “You’ve gotten into, like, five accidents.”
“Those were mild fender benders,” Hunter stresses, but he has sort of awhoopsieface on.
“No, they weren’t,” Jax says then skates his gaze to me. “I’ll teach you. I’m the best driver here.”
“That’s not even close to the truth,” Zay says as he speeds up the car.
“Fine, I’m the safest driver here,” he revises, glancing at him. “And I’ll be the most patient with her.”
Zay must agree since he doesn’t argue. Or he just doesn’t want to teach me.
“What’re you going to teach her in?” Hunter questions. “Your truck? Because I can barely drive that beast of a thing.”
“I think we already established you can’t drive for shit,” Jax tells him, eliciting a dirty look from Hunter. Jax ignores it. “It’ll be good for her to learn on it. I can take her to the mud pit, so it’ll be easy.”
“It’s a clutch,” Hunter points out, like that should mean something.
“Yeah, so? She should learn how to drive a clutch.” Jax pauses. “Stop trying to look for excuses here.” He looks at me then. “You okay with learning how to drive in my truck?”
I nod eagerly. “I’d be okay with learning how to drive in anything.”
“Even a minivan?” Hunter asks me.
I nod. “Even a minivan.”
