“If my brother kills you, can I have your Star Wars sheets?” Vanessa asks, smiling at him sideways as she bites into a chip.
“And I want your truck,” I say.
“I’m glad my friends care about my welfare,” Rory says.
“Can I have your dog, Ava?” Jack asks, wiping his mouth.
“I hate you all,” Rory replies.
Across the room, now Joe Carter is raising his voice to Sam Henry, the hot usher from the wedding, and his blond girlfriend. “Get out if you don’t like it!”
“What is this?” Sam Henry says, looking disgusted. “I’ve had better tacos at Taco Bell!”
“Oh, you did not,” Joe Carter replies.
“Did.”
“Out!” Joe roars, pointing at the door, but Sam Henry just waves a hand at him and goes right back to shoveling chips into his mouth.
“Jordan, you really gotta try these,” Sam says to the blond girl, talking through a mouthful of chips.
Joe steals the chip basket away from Sam and speeds into the kitchen as if he’s carrying a football. Sam leaps to his feet and chases after Joe, and then I hear raucous yelling and the sound of silverware and pans crashing to the floor.
“Morons.” Jordan shakes her head and starts playing with the salt and pepper shakers. She stacks the pepper on the top of the salt and yanks the salt out from under the pepper.
I smile.
“What are you thinking about?” Jack murmurs in my ear.
“I hope that we’re all still friends when we grow up.”
He softly kisses the skin under my earlobe. “My mom told me that Jordan Woods got a job at the school. She’s gonna help coach football.”
“Really?” I ask. “A girl coaching football?”
“It’s true,” Vanessa says. “She told my brother that she’s starting in the spring.”
That’s when Colton comes jogging up to our table. He squeezes in beside Rory and Vanessa. Kelsey pours in behind him and pulls a chair up to the table. She starts texting on her phone but Colton steals it from her, pocketing it. She gives him a look before digging into the tortilla chips.
“You’re late,” Vanessa says, throwing a chip at Colton.
He picks it off his shirt and eats it, shrugging. “I was watching this new show called I’ll Eat Anything. It’s disgusting! But I couldn’t look away. People win money based on how much weird shit they eat. Like, today, this one lady had to eat a coconut shell full of frog fallopian tubes!”
Vanessa chokes on her food and gives Colton the look of death, but he doesn’t notice because he’s eyeing Kelsey.
“Annnnywayyyy,” Rory says, talking with his mouth full. “I’ve been thinking. Do y’all want to go to that Halloween Haunted Forest thing up in Cookeville next weekend after the homecoming dance?”
“I’m in,” Jack says, squeezing my hand under the table. “As long as we take some fireworks with us.”
“And set them off in the Haunted Forest?” Rory asks.
Vanessa says, “That should definitely get us kicked out.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Jack says with a laugh. He faces Rory. “You’ll bring the fireworks?”
Rory grins. “Sure thing.”
Epilogue June, eight months later
“What’s wrong with you?”
At dusk, I’m standing in Greenbriar pasture, lecturing the young filly that’s causing me all sorts of trouble. Cherry Lollipop, who Jack named after me, is a descendent of Secretariat. Lollipop should be faster than a bullet, but she’s too easily distracted. She loves chasing birds and butterflies and other fillies. One second she’ll be cantering along and the next she’s streaking off the track and into the gardens to chase a bunny rabbit. She’s also been known to terrorize a colt or two.
“You have to do better, young lady, understand?” I smooth the chestnut hair on the filly’s face. Jack plans to enter her in races starting next year, and I think she’ll be a winner. If I can get her trained up good, that is.
“What are you doing out here?”
I whip around to find Jack leaning against the white fence, wearing a tuxedo. His hair is slicked back with gel and he’s grinning. His smile speeds away with my heart.
“Just checking on Lollipop,” I say.
He opens the gate and walks over to us, scanning my dress appreciatively. I found this beautiful black gown at a thrift store in Nashville. It hugs me just right.
“My mother asked where you are,” Jack says, wrapping his hands around my waist. Our parents have sort of gotten used to the idea of us dating—they know our relationship isn’t a passing thing.
“Mom wants to introduce you to the governor’s daughters,” Jack goes on. “They want to meet the famous girl horse jockey, Savannah Barrow.”
“Oh hush.” I gaze at the white tent set up on the Goodwins’ lawn. Classical music rings across the countryside. Today is the 215th anniversary of Tennessee becoming a state, so the Goodwins are having a party. “Do we have to? I mean, we’re finally alone.”
My little sister Nina wails every time I leave her. She’s addicted to me like I’m addicted to candy. And even worse, even though she’s three months old, she likes grabbing at Jack’s cell phone. She cries every time he pockets it. I love her, but I love alone time with my boyfriend too.
His mouth lifts into a smirk. “You know the deal. I let you ride my horses, and in return you accompany me to all my boring social events.”
“No one will notice we’re gone for a few minutes,” I say, getting up on tiptoes and kissing his nose.
“May I have this dance?” Jack pulls me against his chest, right in the middle of the pasture.
Ever since I told Jack I wanted to learn to dance fancy, he loves sweeping me into his arms all over the place: between classes, at the mall, in the middle of graduation. One time at the grocery store, he twirled me into a waltz in the produce section. We glided past the lemons, people rolled their eyes at us, and he murmured in my ear, “It doesn’t matter where you dance. It’s only who you’re with.”
Laughing, we spin around in circles beneath the stars, barely avoiding a patch of manure.
Jack sweeps me into an elegant dip. “You like me.”
“You’re okay,” I tease.
“Just okay?”
I whisper how much I love him.
He weaves his hands in my curls, capturing my lips with his. “I love you too.”
Acknowledgments
Growing up, my family didn’t have much money. I felt bad about myself for not having brand name clothes and sneakers, and I thought that wealth equaled self-worth. By the time I entered high school, things hadn’t changed much for me. My clothes still weren’t cool. I still had low self-esteem. But I wanted more for myself—I wanted other people to respect me. I didn’t understand that people would respect me if I respected myself.
With this book, Racing Savannah, I wanted to show readers that no matter who you are, where you come from, what you look like, how much money you have—you have the right to go after whatever you want. You have the right to make your dreams come true. Of course, you have to work hard too. Please don’t ever put yourself down. Figure out what you like about yourself and keep learning and going after what you want like Savannah does. You rock!
I had a lot of fun writing this book, but it sure was hard to write. I knew nothing about horses or horse racing going in, so it became a team effort.
I am most grateful to the wonderful people at Charles Town Races in Charles Town, West Virginia, Kentucky Downs in Franklin, Kentucky, and The Thoroughbred Center in Lexington, Kentucky, for answering my many questions, taking me on tours, and letting me snap picture after picture. Mike Cameron, a horse owner I met at The Thoroughbred Center, gave me so many great details and even let me hang out with his beautiful mare, Tellalittlesecret. C.J. Johnsen, the son of the owner of Kentucky Downs, gave me a tour of the racetrack in a golf cart, which was fun.