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stockcar that in only a matter of minutes she would be driving. When had she ever had an opportunity like this? To essentially let her hair down and let the wind rush over her. She’d always been a planner, a detail kind of girl. Not spontaneous. Not a daredevil. And yet her adrenaline pumped at the idea of throwing away her inhibitions and driving as fast as she could around this track. Determined to conquer her queasiness, Kelly nodded at the man. “It’s going to be great.”
    She maneuvered her way through the window and into the driver’s seat. Tubing covered nearly every crevice of the inside of the car. She couldn’t imagine how someone as big as Harold would fit into one of these cars; she felt like a sardine being shoved into its tiny tin.
    When it was time, she started the engine and followed the instructor’s car out onto the track. Harold drove behind her in a three-car “follow the leader” formation. The car rattled so hard, which the instructor had promised was normal, that Kelly felt her insides would be tossed into wrong positions.
It’s a good thing I ate a light breakfast
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    The first lap around was not too fast but more thrilling than Kelly expected. She followed the instructor without a hitch and even enjoyed the jolt to a higher speed as they started the second lap. The whiz of her own car and the changing of the gears sent tingles of excitement through her, and Kelly found herself focusing on nothing more than the joy of the ride.
    Too soon her trip was over, and Kelly found herself scooting out of the car’s window. “How was it?” asked one of the workers.
    “A blast!” Kelly pulled the helmet off her head and fluffed her fingers through her hair.
    “That was awesome!” Harold approached her from behind.
    Kelly turned. He’d already taken off his helmet and unzipped his suit. “I was hot as a July day in Bermuda, but that was so cool.”
    Kelly giggled at Harold’s animation. He reminded her of one of her high school students instead of a forty-year-old business owner, but she understood his enthusiasm completely. “I agree. We need to do this again.”
    “You mean it.” Harold raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I wasn’t sure what you would think. Did you know we got up to ninety miles per hour?”
    Kelly nodded. “I don’t think I’ve ever driven over seventy-five.”
    Harold stripped off his suit then wiped small beads of sweat from his brow. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.”
    “I think my insides remained intact.” Kelly slipped her arms through the suit. “I think I could handle grabbing a bite to eat.”
    “All right, let’s turn this stuff in and hit the road.”
    Kelly enjoyed the animation dancing in Harold’s eyes. Tim had been a wonderful husband and father, but he’d never surprised her as Harold had. Tim would have never even considered taking his always-have-to-have-a-plan-and-be-safe-about-it wife to go NASCAR driving. Harold brought out the spontaneity in her. He brought out a need for adventure, and he wanted to have fun with her. She loved that about Harold.
    God, You’ve been too good to me. You’ve given me a man who wants me to try new things, who wants me to have fun with him. Thank You, Lord. Help me to hand my cares over to You
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    Harold returned and grabbed her hand in his. “You want to walk over to The Deli? It’s just a little sandwich place that’s right here at the speedway.”
    “Sounds good to me.” Kelly squeezed his hand then leaned closer to him. “Thanks for this. I would have never guessed …”
    “Well, I wasn’t sure what you’d think, but I bet it took your mind off school, Zoey, and the wedding for a little while.”
    “Definitely.” Kelly took a deep breath. “It was nice not to think about anything, to just have fun with you.”
    “Just being near you is fun to me.”
    Kelly thought of the three girls at home, probably this very moment arguing over who could watch which show and at what time.