hair and makeup.
Amber whistled, “You’re going to knock them dead tonight, Bri. You look marvelous.”
Brianna beamed at her. “You look great, too, Cyndy.”
Amber scowled at her. “Don’t call me that anymore. It doesn’t do a thing for me. My new name has helped me develop more patience.” She glanced at her watch. “If we leave now, we’ll still be able to make it in time for the limbo contest.” She turned, picked up the two overnight bags sitting in the foyer and headed for the door.
Brianna climbed into the passenger seat of Amber’s fluorescent green Neon and fastened her seatbelt. It was one thing she never forgot to do, especially if her friend was driving. Amber had the fearless heart of a racecar driver.
Amber put the car in gear and mashed on the gas, leaving skid marks in her driveway on the way out.
Brianna gripped the armrest as her friend stomped on the gas pedal and they careened around a corner, just missing the curb. She honked at a young couple, holding hands as they ran across the street.
“Stay in the crosswalk, you boobs!” She made a face. “I swear, Bri, it’s getting to the point that the people around here cross the road anywhere they want with no thought for the traffic.”
Closing her eyes, Brianna took a deep breath, only relaxing her death grip on the armrest to adjust her seatbelt. “Well, if you weren’t speeding, maybe they would have seen us coming.”
“I wasn’t speeding.” Amber shot her a surprised look. “I always drive fifty through here.”
Brianna smiled wryly. “Maybe you do, sweetie, but that sign you nearly mowed down back there was a speed limit sign that said twenty-five. You have seen speed limit signs, haven’t you?”
Amber waved her hand. “Yeah, but that’s only for daytime, when the kids are out. I’d never drive that fast through here then. That’s why I take the expressway.” She honked at a slower moving vehicle, jerked her car to the left and shot through an intersection.
Brianna took a deep breath and counted to ten. You just had to love Amber. She loved life, excitement, and she loved to drive fast. Real fast.
Amber glanced her way. “What?”
“Oh nothing.” Brianna waved her hand toward the rear of the vehicle. “I just thought since you didn’t stop at the stop sign back there, you might want to stop for the flashing lights in your rearview mirror.” She was looking behind them through the passenger side door mirror.
Amber frowned. “What flashing li— Oh, God!” She glanced at Brianna, a panicked look in her eyes. “Did I really just run a stop sign?” She chewed on her lip nervously and her gaze darted from the road to the mirror and back. Slowing down, she turned on her blinker, steered into a parking lot and pulled into a space. The police car, with its flashing lights, sped past them with the siren blaring.
Brianna shook her head with disgust. “You’re so lucky, I swear. If I would have been driving, I’d be getting a big fat ticket right now.”
“Good thing it wasn’t you driving then, huh?” Amber waggled her eyebrows and grinned. She put the car in gear and stomped on the gas pedal.
“This is a welcome sight after that wild ride,” Brianna muttered when they pulled into the parking spot at the conference center and shut off the engine.
“Did you say something?” Amber looked at her curious.
“I said, what a wonderful night. Thanks for the ride,” Brianna said, thinking quickly. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Amber’s feelings.
“Oh, well, you’re welcome,” Amber said with a smirk. “Now let’s go and have a great time. I hope I can find someone to dance with.”
“You probably won’t if you’re going to insist on doing the robot again. That dance is so old.” Brianna made a face. “You look ridiculous when you do it.”
“I like the robot,” she pouted. “And the moonwalk. I especially like the mashed potato.”
Brianna shook her head. “And as long as
Amber whistled, “You’re going to knock them dead tonight, Bri. You look marvelous.”
Brianna beamed at her. “You look great, too, Cyndy.”
Amber scowled at her. “Don’t call me that anymore. It doesn’t do a thing for me. My new name has helped me develop more patience.” She glanced at her watch. “If we leave now, we’ll still be able to make it in time for the limbo contest.” She turned, picked up the two overnight bags sitting in the foyer and headed for the door.
Brianna climbed into the passenger seat of Amber’s fluorescent green Neon and fastened her seatbelt. It was one thing she never forgot to do, especially if her friend was driving. Amber had the fearless heart of a racecar driver.
Amber put the car in gear and mashed on the gas, leaving skid marks in her driveway on the way out.
Brianna gripped the armrest as her friend stomped on the gas pedal and they careened around a corner, just missing the curb. She honked at a young couple, holding hands as they ran across the street.
“Stay in the crosswalk, you boobs!” She made a face. “I swear, Bri, it’s getting to the point that the people around here cross the road anywhere they want with no thought for the traffic.”
Closing her eyes, Brianna took a deep breath, only relaxing her death grip on the armrest to adjust her seatbelt. “Well, if you weren’t speeding, maybe they would have seen us coming.”
“I wasn’t speeding.” Amber shot her a surprised look. “I always drive fifty through here.”
Brianna smiled wryly. “Maybe you do, sweetie, but that sign you nearly mowed down back there was a speed limit sign that said twenty-five. You have seen speed limit signs, haven’t you?”
Amber waved her hand. “Yeah, but that’s only for daytime, when the kids are out. I’d never drive that fast through here then. That’s why I take the expressway.” She honked at a slower moving vehicle, jerked her car to the left and shot through an intersection.
Brianna took a deep breath and counted to ten. You just had to love Amber. She loved life, excitement, and she loved to drive fast. Real fast.
Amber glanced her way. “What?”
“Oh nothing.” Brianna waved her hand toward the rear of the vehicle. “I just thought since you didn’t stop at the stop sign back there, you might want to stop for the flashing lights in your rearview mirror.” She was looking behind them through the passenger side door mirror.
Amber frowned. “What flashing li— Oh, God!” She glanced at Brianna, a panicked look in her eyes. “Did I really just run a stop sign?” She chewed on her lip nervously and her gaze darted from the road to the mirror and back. Slowing down, she turned on her blinker, steered into a parking lot and pulled into a space. The police car, with its flashing lights, sped past them with the siren blaring.
Brianna shook her head with disgust. “You’re so lucky, I swear. If I would have been driving, I’d be getting a big fat ticket right now.”
“Good thing it wasn’t you driving then, huh?” Amber waggled her eyebrows and grinned. She put the car in gear and stomped on the gas pedal.
“This is a welcome sight after that wild ride,” Brianna muttered when they pulled into the parking spot at the conference center and shut off the engine.
“Did you say something?” Amber looked at her curious.
“I said, what a wonderful night. Thanks for the ride,” Brianna said, thinking quickly. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Amber’s feelings.
“Oh, well, you’re welcome,” Amber said with a smirk. “Now let’s go and have a great time. I hope I can find someone to dance with.”
“You probably won’t if you’re going to insist on doing the robot again. That dance is so old.” Brianna made a face. “You look ridiculous when you do it.”
“I like the robot,” she pouted. “And the moonwalk. I especially like the mashed potato.”
Brianna shook her head. “And as long as
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