Chapter 45

Thinking quickly, he tells her, “Seven thirty.” That’ll give him time to talk to Dante before the first race—

She stares at the food on her plate and doesn’t meet his gaze when she says, “That’s too early.”

“That’s when I have to be there,” he replies. His voice hardens as he adds, “If I could, I’d drive myself. Do you think I likehaving to hitch rides with you all over the damn place? Do you think this is funfor me?”

“Laura,” his dad says again.

“You’re acting like I’m doing this on purpose,” Ryan interrupts, his gaze shifting from his mother to his dad and back again. Neither of them look at him, he hatesthat. What the hell does he have to do to get someone to seehim here? “I’m in a goddamn wheelchair—”

His mother’s hand jerks, knocks into her coffee mug, splashes tepid liquid the color of mud onto the tablecloth. “Don’t use that word in this house!” she cries.

“What, wheelchair?” Ryan asks. He watches as she sops up the spilled coffee, her hands trembling.