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them. “You could get hurt.”
    â€œSorry,” Samantha told him, lowering her eyes.
    â€œThese floors can be slippery,” the guard warned. “So take it easy, hear?”
    â€œYes, we will,” Samantha said solemnly. “Sorry.”
    The guard made a gesture with one hand, dismissing them. “Young people. Always in a hurry,” he muttered to himself as he turned and headed off.
    Bobby and Samantha managed to keep straight faces until they reached the parking garage. Then they fell apart, laughing and congratulating each other, howling jubilantly over their close call.
    â€œThat was
outstanding!
” Samantha declared gleefully.
“Outstanding!”
    Secretly, Bobby didn’t think the earrings were worth the risk Samantha had taken. His heart was still racing, and he felt shaky. But he didn’t want to look like a wimp. “Hey, that was better than a movie!” he told her.
    â€œThose floors can be slippery. So take it easy.” Samantha did a pretty good imitation of the guard’s slow drawl.
    They both burst out laughing again. Bobby slapped her a high-five.
    â€œWhen that guard stopped us, I nearly had a cow!” Bobby admitted.
    â€œHe was old. We could’ve taken him,” Samantha replied casually.
    Bobby stared at her. What did she mean by that? Was she just joking?
    â€œLet’s get out of here!” she cried, her eyes flashing with excitement.
    They jogged across the garage to his red Bonneville, their sneakers loud on the concrete.
    â€œI’ll drive!” Samantha cried breathlessly. She held out her hand for Bobby’s car keys.
    He hesitated.
    â€œI want to drive!” she insisted. She grabbed the keys from his hand.
    â€œUsed to getting your way a lot?” he teased.
    â€œAlways!” she replied. She dropped into the driver seat and had the car started and the lights on before Bobby had opened his door. The engine roared as she pressed her foot down all the way on the gas pedal.
    â€œAre you used to a V-six?” Bobby asked warily. “This car has a lot of pickup.”
    She squeezed his hand. “I can handle it,” she replied dryly.
    Bobby grabbed the door handle as she backed out of the parking space without looking. The tires squealed as she went forward and roared around the corner toward the exit.
    She bolted through the exit without slowing to turn into the traffic on Division Street. She ignored the honking horns.
    Bobby swallowed hard and slumped low in the passenger seat.
    Samantha tossed her head back, laughing loudly.
    â€œWhat’s so funny?” Bobby demanded as she cut off a pizza van to get into the middle lane.
    â€œThe look on your face,” she replied. “Don’t worry, Bobby. I’m a good driver.” She cut back into the right lane. More horns honked angrily behind them.
    Bobby glanced at the speedometer. She was going too fast.
    He started to tell her to slow down, but stopped himself. He was supposed to be cool, he told himself. So how cool would it be to scold her for driving too fast?
    â€œI love speed, don’t you?” she asked, making a sharp, squealing turn onto River Road. “I love going fast! It gets me so—pumped.” She glanced at him coyly.
    â€œMe too,” Bobby replied, trying to sound as if he meant it. “Where are we going?”
    â€œYou’ll see.” She rolled down her window. The cool wind made her hair flutter wildly behind her. “This is great! This is
great!
” she cried, shouting over the roar of the wind.
    Houses with streetlights gave way to dark woods. They were driving along the river now, Bobby knew. He saw Samantha floor the gas pedal as the road began to climb to the rock cliffs that overlooked the riverbank.
    I don’t
believe
this! he thought. Is she driving to River Ridge?
    River Ridge, the high cliff overlooking the Conononka River and the town, was the big makeout spot for Shadyside