TITLE: Bowe's Major
GENRE: Contemporary Women's Fiction
Once she cleared the Ft. Collins city limits going north, Callie eased the gas pedal closer to the floor. The car practically leapt. It didn't handle like a European sedan, but it was tight and eager and it floated over the four-lane like a Cadillac. If she'd said that in front of Serrano, he'd gloat. "She's cherry, all rebuilt. A Cadillac could only wish to be a '57 Chevy." But she couldn't say it and he couldn't answer, because Serrano was dead. The whole team. Dead. All except for her.
Serrano had laughed when he'd told the team about this car. When his college graduation proved imminent, his dad had told him to pick a car. "Pick a car, any car." The way he'd said it reminded her of a carnival hawker. Serrano had said he'd considered the performance sedans, and had it down to either a 7-series Beemer or an Audi sportster when the classic '57 Chevrolet Bel Air in the Lexus showroom caught his eye. "It was love at first sight," he'd said, with a same hungry look in his eye a boy wore when he'd seen his first naked woman. "She's sweet, and hey, I saved him fifty grand."
The traffic thinned to nearly none as Callie chased the dashed white line to Cheyenne. She'd been driving his car, his baby, for more than an hour. She still hadn't cried.