can
work with you."
"You would do that?"
"If you'll let me."
She grinned. "I guess a police officer that
moonlights as a driver's license examiner should be qualified to
teach me how to drive."
He laughed and assured her, "I think I have
the qualifications, if you'll trust me and let me help you."
She looked at him, at the kindness she saw
in his eyes and said, "I would very much appreciate your help."
"Good. We'll set a time before I leave
tonight."
Chapter 2
Two days after
John and Alana met, he went to her apartment for her first driving
lesson. It had been two long days! His thoughts kept returning to
the saucy redhead, which wasn't really a safe idea, given the line
of work he was in. Something about her had captured his attention.
He knocked on her door and was surprised when he heard her yell,
"Come on in."
He tried the door and sure enough, it was
unlocked. He opened it and went in. She peaked her head around the
corner and smiled. "Sorry, I'm not quite ready. Make yourself at
home. There's water or iced tea in the fridge if you want some.
I'll hurry."
"Take your time," he said patiently. "We're
not in any hurry." He went into her living room and sat down on the
couch. "Do you always leave your door unlocked, Alana?"
"I lock it at night when I go to bed," she
assured him. "Why?"
"I want you to start locking it all the
time, not just when you go to bed."
She stuck her head around the corner again
and looked at him. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"I most certainly am," he assured her.
"I'll be right back," she said as she ducked
back into her bathroom.
She emerged less than a minute later,
wearing blue jeans and a pretty baby blue shirt that made her blue
eyes sparkle. It was a very feminine shirt with lace trim, and he
couldn't resist saying, "You look very pretty, Alana," he said,
standing as she entered the room. "In my opinion too many women try
hard not to look like a lady, and that's a shame. That's a pretty
shirt and you look very nice in it."
Alana's eyes grew, and she momentarily
froze.
"I'm sorry," he said. "That probably sounded
very sexist, but I meant it as a compliment."
She smiled. "Please, don't apologize. I took
it as a compliment, and I agree with you. I'm a female and I like
to dress like one. But it seems like these days women are supposed
to either dress in some unisex type clothes, or slutty. I'm not too
fond of either."
"I could not agree more."
"You are an old-fashioned man, aren't
you?"
"I am. I don't try to hide it. But I think
you have some similar ideas and values, as well, don't you?"
She blushed a bit, but admitted, "I do. I
like how you open doors for me and things like that, and that's
kind of old-fashioned these days."
"Are you ready for an old-fashioned driving
lesson?"
"I am," she said, returning his grin. "Are
your nerves ready?"
"Absolutely. I've already ridden with you,
you know."
"I know. And you failed me."
John chuckled as he led her out the door.
"Let's see if we can't get you ready to take that test again and
pass it."
He helped her in the passenger's seat and
started down the road. "Let's go out of town where there's not as
much traffic to start off. We can go over some of the things you
need to practice." He pulled over at an abandoned house and turned
the car around for her before stopping and getting out so they
could change seats. He made sure she knew where things were on his
car, then talked to her about a few things she should try to
remember. He then encouraged her to pull out onto the road, and she
drove for about an hour.
Finally he suggested she turn into a
driveway just outside of town. When she'd shut the car off, he got
out and was quickly at her door, helping her out.
"Is this your house?" she asked.
"No, it's my brother's. I borrowed his drill
a couple days ago and I thought we could return it tonight, if
that's okay with you?"
"Sure. I'd like to meet your brother.
Especially if he's as good looking as you." As soon