North Oak 3- Morning Glory by Ann Hunter

Author:Ann Hunter
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: YA, E
Publisher: Rebel House Ink
Published: 2016-02-05T05:00:00+00:00

A HOME FOR MAGS

“Are you sure you’re not missing any races?” Brooke asked as they pulled back onto the highway after stopping at a fast food drive-thru.

“I’m sure. Sapes won’t miss me. Honestly, when I heard he got Morning Glory and was going to Oaklawn, I hoped I would see you again.” He looked sideways at her with a smirk.

Brooke bit into a french fry, trying to distract herself from the tingles he gave her. She munched for a minute, looking around the cab in the fading afternoon light. “Okay, so where did you really get it?”

“I won it in a poker match.”

She leaned forward, eyes wide. “Seriously? That’s, like, so cliche.”

Dejado lifted his hand from the wheel as though taking an oath. “I swear I’m telling the truth. Full house. Texas Hold ‘Em.”

Brooke chomped down a few more fries. “Will you teach me?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Poker?”

Brooke nodded.

“Sure.”

They sat in quietude for a few miles, sharing fries between them, until the sky began to dim.

“Turn here,” Brooke said.

“Dunbar Road?”

She smiled. “Home sweet home.”

“There’s a Dunbar where I’m from.”

“And where’s that?”

Dejado kept his eyes on the road, refusing to answer.

Brooke threw her head back. “Oh, c’mon. You know almost everything about me. Tell me one thing about you that I don’t know.”

“I’m sixteen.”

She rolled her eyes. “Stop pulling my leg and tell me something real.”

“I have the same birthday as the racehorses— January first.”

Brooke rolled up the empty fry bag, looking at him suspiciously. “Why are you so guarded?”

“Why are you so nosey?”

“We’re friends, right? Friends tell eachother these things.”

They came to North Oak’s front gates and waited for them to open before driving through. Brooke brushed the salt from her hands, glad to be home after the long drive. Until she saw who was waiting for her at the end of the lane.

“Uh-oh.”

North and Pop stood in the driveway, arms folded. She could actually see the veins in Pop’s neck and forehead before they even got close to them.

Suddenly, life wasn’t so happy anymore. The truck rolled to a stop, engine idling. Brooke told herself to prepare for the worst. Right after she got enough courage to get out of the cab.

“Well they look happy,” Dejado said.

Brooke rolled her eyes at him. She gripped the door handle and pulled, swinging her legs out.

Gravel crunched beneath her feet as she walked toward the homecoming committee. She stood plainly before them, not really making eye contact with either. Several times, Pop looked like he was about to say something, but stopped himself.

When he finally did speak, his normally gruff tone was hoarse, as though all the anger in the world had choked him. “Where the hell have you been?”

Brooke said it all at once. “I went to Oaklawn. I bought a horse.”

She looked over her shoulder as the junky trailer rattled from the kick of a tired filly.

North’s arms were folded over his chest. She’d never seen such a stormy look on his face. “You bought a horse and assumed you could bring it home and keep it here.

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