Excerpt of Fool With My Heart by Meda White

“I can barely drive a golf cart, and you’re trusting me
with a big, heavy truck like this?” Lacy asked.

“Yep, I trust you.” Johnny dipped his chin once.

They were still sitting diagonal across the road, so she
kept the steering wheel straight and turned it when
Johnny said to. Her knuckles ached from the death grip
she had on the round plastic. The further she went, the
more her shoulders relaxed. Of course, they were topping
out at ten miles per hour. She stopped holding her
breath, except for during the little slips before she got
the truck straight again.

Just when she would’ve called it fun, the vehicle started
a slow motion glide toward the water-filled ditch. She
jerked the wheel, but it was too late. It actually
happened fast, but in her mind, it was a chariots-of-fire
race to the trench.

She hadn’t even driven two miles.

When the truck stopped sliding, it rested at an almost
forty-five degree angle with the passenger side in the
ditch and water coming in under the door.

Wanting to move, but unable to get her body to cooperate,
she sat stupefied and terrified. “You still trust me?”

“Famous last words.” He grinned.