Interference - Hardcover

Kay Honeyman grew up in Texas, where she followed football and politics with equal passion. Her first novel, The Fire Horse Girl, was nominated for three state awards. Kay now teaches language arts in Dallas, where she lives with her family. Please visit her website at www.kayhoneyman.com and follow her on Twitter at @kayhoneyman.

I will not get involved.
I will not get involved.
I will not get involved...
As a congressman's daughter in Washington, DC, Kate Hamilton always pushes to make things right. But when a scandal sends her family to Red Dirt, Texas, she decides to st

I will not get involved.
I will not get involved.
I will not get involved...
As a congressman's daughter in Washington, DC, Kate Hamilton always pushes to make things right. But when a scandal sends her family to Red Dirt, Texas, she decides to st

"I don't know how to drive."He slammed on the brakes. "You're kidding, right?""My parents just never had time to teach me. We're always busy campaigning. And in D.C. we have this thing called public transportation."Hunter put the truck in park and got out."What are you doing?" I yelled through the open back window. "We're in the middle of the road. Get back in the car."He strolled to my door and pulled it open. "Move over.""Why?""I'm teaching you how to drive."I shook my head. "I can't.""Come on, you have to let me make up for being such an idiot," he said. I slumped against the seat and stared out the window. "No, you still don't get it. I'll hit something," I said. "Then people will find out that I hit something, and my dad will get furious, not because the car is wrecked, not because his insurance goes up, but because the talk shows will start asking him questions about teenage drivers. He'll be asked if texting on the road should be illegal, and as a father, does he support a curfew for teens. They won't ask about me, but it will be a barrage of questions that surround me, and he'll have to field every one. Then they'll start looking at Kyle Stone's driving record, which is probably perfect, and Dad will come home at the end of the day, and I'll get that look. The look you saw today." Hunter pointed out the front window. "What are you going to hit?" I looked across an empty desert to the horizon. The sky stretched for miles in front of me. It felt more part of the landscape than the sky in D.C., like you could touch it. "And if it helps," Hunter said, "Kyle drives like a blind monkey."