Her need to see Chloe and reassure herself took precedence over anything else. Masculine voices came from the familiar family room. Olivia darted inside and stopped in her tracks at the door. “At this point you want to accelerate the car and it will bring you out of the controlled spin.” Vik stretched out on his stomach on the floor several toy cars in front of him while he demonstrated. Chloe mimicked his pose her gaze trained on him as he pushed a car around pencils and a silver fork on the carpeted floor. Shane sat on the coffee table, his weight braced forward. He narrowed his gaze and pointed out, “Not necessarily. She might need to brake coming around here.” Vik studied the cars, evaluating Shane’s words and nodded. “You’re right.” Vik’s long tanned fingers tapped two of the cars. “See if you can practice the evasive maneuvers both ways, Chloe.” Laughter bubbled forth. Chloe turned toward the sound, spotted her mother and jumped to her feet and ran over. “Mommy.”
