Amador Sisters Book 1

Chapter 1 Extract

Bear is yelling at me, but I don’t hear her because the car stops.
    At first I think it happened, it ran out of petrol. But there was no sputtering, no coughing, no stammering to a stop. Running through all the scenarios seems to take a lifetime, but it’s only a split second before I notice my body is moving forward of its own accord. Helena is doing the same, a fact I only register marginally as I try to comprehend what happens.
My back slams into the seat even faster. My vision blurs, I try to understand, looking around, trying to find something familiar to centre myself.
And then I lift my eyes.
There is a car in front of me.
And when I say in front of me, I mean right there. My VW is kissing the Merc’s ass.
‘Fuck!’ I swear under my breath.
That’s the last thing I needed right now, a car accident!
Where did this guy come from?
Helena must be silently reading my mind because she hits me with the back of her hand and points up, through the windscreen, and I see it. Bright like the sun. Bright like fucking Rudolph’s nose, except that it’s June.
Red Light.
And that car was there all along, obeying traffic regulations. And what was I doing? I was arguing with my baby sister about a bloody candy wrapper.
My knuckles turn white as my hands tighten around the wheel and I hit my forehead against it, self-deprecation loud in my head as I try to figure out what to do. Is there any chance the driver in front of me didn’t notice?
‘Are you ok?’
Helena nods.
‘Bear?’
‘I’m fine…’ she mumbles.
‘Buckle up, buttercup…’ Helena pokes me again.
The driver’s door opens and a man comes out. And not just any man. Black hair falls in strands over his face, a strong jaw and a flat, straight nose. The man adjusts his shirt before coming closer and the way his muscles move under the fabric does something to the pit of my stomach. I have an urge to check myself in the mirror, but I remember I haven’t showered in a couple of days. There is no point.