Learning to Drive... Him Crazy

Copyright 2014
Blushing Books and
Misty
Malone

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Malone, Misty

Learning to Drive… Him
Crazy

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

About the Author

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Alana Carpenter turned her car a little too
short. The tire went up and over the curb. "Shit," she murmured,
giving the steering wheel a slap of frustration. She straightened
the wheel and drove on down the road.

"Language," John Humphries, the licensing
examiner said.

Alana risked a quick glance at him, then
returned her eyes to the road. "I know I have a wee bit of an
accent," she said, "but surely you can tell what language it is I'm
speaking. That's English."

The examiner chuckled. "Yes, ma'am, I know
it's English. I meant that you should watch your language. While
you're taking your driving test is probably not the best time to be
cursing."

"It's also probably not the best time to go
up and over a curb, but I couldn't help that, either." Alana
winced, wishing for once that she could just keep her mouth
shut.

"Excuse me?"

She felt her face flush. "I'm sorry. I'm
frustrated, but I shouldn't have said either of those things."

"I understand. Go ahead and pull back into
the parking lot, please."

"Yes, sir," she said quietly. Once she
pulled into the spot he indicated, she turned off the engine. "I
really didn't mean to say that. I'm sorry."

"I understand," he repeated.

"So did I fail my driving test now because
of that?"

"No," he answered.

Her hopeful grin was short-lived.

"You failed your driving test because of
your driving, not because of your language. Although I wouldn't
give either of them a passing score."

Alana was furious at the sudden tears that
sprang up. She turned away from him and blinked rapidly, wishing
them away. She heard the click as he opened his door. A few more
minutes, and she'd be free and clear! She sniffed, blinking more.
Damn, but one tear escaped and trailed down her cheek. She wiped
the moisture away, hoping he hadn't seen it.

The examiner remained in the car, with the
door still open. "Ma'am, are you okay? I'm sorry if I upset you. I
didn't mean to."

"Would you please stop calling me ma'am,"
Alana snapped. "I told you my name's Alana. Ma'am refers to a lady
older than the person speaking, and I hate to burst your bubble,
but I'd guess you to be the elder between us."

He didn't respond right away, but she saw
his eyebrows shoot up and he was fighting a smile. Alana hoped he'd
just get up and leave. She heard his pen scratching on the paper
form. She stole a glance and saw the word "Fail" scribbled at the
top. He removed the top copy—of course, it was in triplicate—and
handed it to her. "You can try again in a month," he reminded her.
"Alana. I was taught to refer to all women as ma'am. Over here the
term refers to any lady you don't know well, not just older women.
I was merely being polite."

"Oh," she half whispered. "Sorry."

She swiped at the few remaining tears, then
putting on a brave face, she turned to him. "So could you tell me
what all I did to fail my test, please? I promise I'll try to
control my temper better."

She studied him as he glanced down at the
paperwork still in his hands. He was good looking— damn good
looking, for that matter.

"Could I buy you dinner," he said, looking
as surprised by the offer as she was. "I'll talk to you about your
test—go over everything with you then."

"If I say yes, and have dinner with you,
will it help me pass my test next time I come in to try?" She
flashed him her brightest grin.

He shook his head, and it looked like he was
trying hard not to smile. "The next time you take your test I won't
be the one testing you, so no, it won't. I might be able to give
you some pointers that would help, though."

"Dinner sounds nice," she said. "And I would
really appreciate any help you can give me on my driving."

"Good. I'll pick you up at six-thirty." He
glanced at his watch. "That's in an hour and a half. Will that give
you enough time?"

She was confused and assumed he could tell
that from the expression on her face, but she didn't care. She was
not one to fret much about makeup or clothes. She might not even
change at all. "Just how bad do you think I look?" she asked.

"What?"

"You can give me four hours, but I'm not
going to look much different. This is what I am, take it or leave
it."

He cleared his throat and squirmed a bit.
Good. It was right that he should feel a bit off-kilter. She
certainly did. "I think you look absolutely fine just the way you
are," he stammered. "I didn't know if you left work early and had
to go back in before you go home, or if you had any other stops you
may have to make. Again, I was just trying to be polite, in case
you had some errands you had to do first."

"Oh." Open mouth, and insert the other foot.
She really did have to learn to think before she spoke. Then her
grin returned. "You're going to have to stop that, trying to be so
polite. It confuses me."

That made him smile. It was a killer smile,
too, warm and friendly.

"Six-thirty will be fine. Thank you," Alana
said, showing that she did have better manners, when she remembered
to use them.

"Do you have a way home?"

"Yes, a friend brought me here today. This
is her car."

"Okay. I'll see you at six-thirty then."
They'd been walking toward the building as they talked. He opened
the door and held it for her. "And you look fine just the way you
are," he repeated. "I wouldn't change a thing." He handed her
paperwork to the front desk receptionist before disappearing behind
an office door.

Her friend Kelli bounced out of her seat,
tucking her eBook reader back into her large handbag. "So how did
it go? Are you driving us home, or am I?"

"You are," Alana answered dejectedly.

"So, what went wrong?"

Alana groaned, wishing Kelli would leave it
alone at least until they were in the privacy of the car. She
quickened her pace.

"Don't have to get all huffy," Kelli
mumbled.

Alana opened the door and slung her purse
into the back seat. She slid inside then, and focused on tightening
the seatbelt. It took a bit of maneuvering, as the examiner had
adjusted it to fit him—and he was a lot bigger than she was. It
gave her enough time to clear her mind. She plastered on a big,
phony smile and faced her friend.

"Sorry, Kelli. What did you ask?"

"You heard me. What happened?"

"I'm not real sure what went wrong," Alana
answered. "Other than I went up and over a curb. I asked if that's
why I failed, but he said no. He's taking me out to dinner tonight
and said we'd go over everything then."

Kelli's eyes opened wide. "Everything? What
all did you screw up, Alana? The test is only like ten or fifteen
minutes. How could you have screwed up that many things?"

"I don't know, but thanks for making me feel
so much better," Alana snapped.

"Sorry." Kelli was blissfully silent for a
few moments. It didn't last. "Wow! I can't believe you get to go
out for dinner with this guy. Did you look at him? He's gorgeous!
The day certainly wasn't a waste of time if you came out of it with
a dinner date with him!"

Alana stopped to think a minute. She'd been
so nervous about taking the test, then disappointed that she didn't
pass, she'd hardly noticed what he looked like. Well, she had
noticed he was handsome, but at the moment she couldn't even
remember if his hair had been light or dark, or what color his eyes
were. "I didn't really notice much," she said sheepishly. "I guess
he was rather good looking, though."

"How could you not notice that? When you
said you didn't pass, I figured it was because you were
concentrating on the hunk sitting in the seat next to you instead
of your driving. That guy could be on the cover of any romance
novel. Tall, dark and handsome is an understatement. He's got to be
over six feet tall, with the kind of thick dark brown hair that
makes you want to run your hands through it. How could you not
notice?"

"Sorry. I had other things on my mind. I was
really nervous."

"Well, I bet you notice tonight." Kelli
paused, but not because she'd run out of things to say. Alana
wouldn't be that lucky. She loved Kelli—they were best friends—but
she really didn't feel like talking.

"You may have screwed up your driving test,"
Kelly offered, "but don't screw up the dinner date. He definitely
looks like a keeper."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. And how
do you know he's a keeper? You don't know anything about him,"
Alana said defensively.

"I repeat, did you see him? He's drop dead
gorgeous, and he obviously has a job. What's not to like about
him?"

"Really? That's what's important to you,
good looks and a job?"

"Not just that, but those two things are
both very important." Kelli thought a moment. "I wonder how much he
makes giving driving tests all day."

"I don't know," Alana answered shaking her
head. "But it shouldn't matter to you. He's not yours, so paws
off!"

The friends giggled, and all was right
between them again.

Kelli pulled into the apartment complex and
parked in front of Alana's apartment. "Okay, okay, I'll lay off for
now," she said playfully. "But if you blow this dinner date like
you blew your road test, he's fair game!"

Alana rolled her eyes. "True loyalty."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Sorry about
that. But if your date goes well, could you ask him if he's got a
brother?" Before Alana could object, Kelli offered, "Come on, let
me help you pick out what you're going to wear and how to do your
hair."

"Why do I have to change anything? He said I
look fine the way I am."

"That was a man being polite, silly. You
need to wear something sexier to go out for dinner. Let's go."

Alana released a long-suffering sigh. She
never had been one to get all fussy about how she looked, and she
didn't plan on starting now. She generally wore a minimal amount of
makeup, and her hair had too darn many curls to do much with it
other than leave it down.

In the end, Kelli pointed out that she had a
spot on her dress, which Alana hadn't noticed, so she changed into
a skirt and blouse, although Kelli thought she should have gone
with something more along the lines of a little black dress.

"But I like this skirt and blouse," Alana
argued. "It's comfortable and it will fit in just about anywhere we
go. What if I wear a black dress and he shows up in blue
jeans?"

"He had a suit on for work. I don't think
he's a blue jeans kind of guy. I say you go for the black
dress."