The Girl from Her Mirror (Mirrors Don't Lie Book 1) Read Online Free Page B

to
get ahead of the traffic and find herself alone with the green sedan again. She
thought back to the beginning of the trek, trying to recall if she had done
something to evoke such road rage. Had she cut the green car off? Forced him to
be caught behind a slow moving eighteen-wheeler? She couldn’t recall a thing.
Maybe he was a really sore loser, seeing their little game of road tag as an
all-out competition.
    Whatever the case, the green sedan had
eased its way behind her again. There was another exit coming up, the last one
before she got off the interstate. Should she take it? Surely it would lead to
her destination, just a few miles down the road. There was a truck in front of
her, but Makenna maneuvered her way into the next lane and in front of the
truck, just in time to slide onto the exit ramp. But when she saw the green
sedan move to follow, she jerked the wheel and whipped back onto the freeway.
The truck blared its horn, and for a heart-stopping moment, all she could see
was a blur of headlights crowding down on her bumper.
    Gunning the engine, Makenna zoomed down
the road, barreling away from the truck’s menacing bumper. She breathed a sigh
of relief as she eased into the left lane, snugly between the white Lincoln and
an older model pick-up truck.
    Her sense of security lasted for about
two miles, when the white Lincoln was suddenly replaced by a familiar pair of
headlights. The green car was back again, and following closely.
    She saw her exit just ahead, but there
was a steady lane of vehicles on the right, solidly between her and her chance
of freedom. She looked into her rear view mirror and found the green car so
close to her bumper she could hardly see its lights. There was a small gap to
her right. Was it large enough for a little red sports car?
    While she debated the distance, her foot
eased off the accelerator uncertainly. Though slight, it was enough that she
felt the brush of the green sedan’s bumper clicking against hers. In a flash of
surety, Makenna knew what she had to do.
    With a deep breath and a quick prayer,
she made her daring move. Whipping the wheel, she shot into the small gap
between the vehicles on her right. Amid blaring horns, she shot straight across
the lane and kept going, straight onto the exit ramp off the freeway. She knew
the green sedan was unable to follow. Too many vehicles blocked its path, and
the next exit was miles ahead.
    Finally, she had escaped the green
sedan.
    Makenna gripped the steering wheel with
trembling hands and slowed her speed considerably. She told herself the irate
driver would go on down the road and forget his bout of road-rage, but her body
did not seem to believe her. She was shaking uncontrollably now that the crisis
was over. She was tempted to pull over and allow herself a breakdown, but she
worried that the green car might somehow appear out of nowhere. It was best to
forge ahead, to the security of her hotel.
    Full darkness had fallen, enveloping the
cozy little mountain village in muted shadows and twinkling lights. Makenna
relaxed her grip on the wheel and forced herself to appreciate the beauty
around her. The navigation device led her straight to her location, where she
pulled up in the circular drive and killed the motor.
    Nice place, she noted with approval. Not
that Kenzie would be caught staying anywhere that garnered less than three
stars. Her friend wasn’t a snob, she merely had good taste.
    Again, check-in went smoothly. She soon
forgot about the green sedan, as new worries about duping the receptionist
assailed her. It was amazing, however, how easy it was to pass herself off as
her friend. Granted, the two of them did look a great deal alike, but no one,
other than the TSA agent, had even questioned why her driver’s license photo
showed a head full of bouncy black curls instead of the gentle tumble of auburn
she sported. She merely had to flash her ID, present a credit card, and claim
that she was, indeed, Kenzie