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pile of workbooks that Nick had forced me to plow through in the past months. “There’s no way.”
    His green eyes narrowed. “You won’t be if you keepsaying that. You went through the practice test last week and did pretty well, and you’ve been studying your ass off since then.”
    I took a deep breath. “Right. Okay. I
can
do this.” But then my self-confidence wilted. “I’m still so damn slow on the reading part though. I’m afraid I’ll run out of time.”
    “And you get slower when you’re flustered,” he pointed out for about the billionth time. “So you need to keep focused on what’s right in front of you and not on what’s left to do.”
    “At least I’m good at the math part,” I said. Too bad I had to get passing grades on
all
of it—math, science, reading, writing, and social studies. But it was only the reading part that had me worried sick.
    Nick leaned back and gave me a considering look. “Have you ever been tested for dyslexia? I mean, it’s not that you aren’t smart enough or don’t understand the words.”
    I blinked at him. “Um. Isn’t that the thing where you see words backward or something? I don’t think I have that.”
    He shook his head. “It’s not always like that. Dyslexia can show up in a lot of ways. Sometimes it’s only noticed because reading is slow for no other apparent reason, then testing can be done to determine if that’s the cause.”
    “Well, what difference would it make at this point?” I asked with a slight frown. “I mean, I read slow as molasses. Not sure anything can be done about that.”
    “Not much to be done about the slow reading right now, but if you get diagnosed you can probably get extra time for the test.”
    “Oh, wow.” I blew out a breath. “Now
that
would make it worthwhile.” Even if I didn’t end up needing the extra time, it would take my stress level down by a fair amount.
    “No kidding,” he said. “I don’t know how long it takes to get tested and diagnosed and all, but it’d be worth looking into.” He tilted his head. “And then you could get tutoring to specifically address whatever issues you have.”
    “I have
lots
of issues,” I said with a laugh.
    He grinned. “Yes, you do!”
    It was an interesting thought. Could it be that easy? And if it really was something like that, then why hadn’t any of my teachers noticed it and done something about it?
    Or maybe they did
, I realized. A whisper of memory intruded, of being pulled out of class when I was in fourth or fifth grade to go to the school office and do all sorts of reading and comprehension tests for a round-cheeked woman. It was more than possible that the school had contacted my mother to let her know I had a problem, and she’d simply never pursued it. She sure as hell wouldn’t have exerted any extra effort for me. And my dad had been working on an offshore oil rig at the time. He wouldn’t have known there was a problem.
    The pieces fell into place. Damn. Had my mother really done that? It made a sick sense. The testing. All the problems in school. Everything. A wave of anger passed through me. I wouldn’t put it past her. If it didn’t revolve around her, she had no use for it. And damn it, though she was dead and buried and couldn’t hit me anymore, this reading thing still had me in its grip. I needed to know what that testing had been about, and maybe even get a black and white answer about whether or not my mom had blown off the test results.
    With a mental sigh, I added “check school records” to my list of things to do.
    “Probably too late to get diagnosed or whatever before the test this weekend,” I said, trying to throw off the cloud of my mother’s neglect. “But after I fail this one, I’ll look into it.”
    I knew I’d said the wrong thing the instant the words left my mouth. For a guy who wasn’t much taller than me, Nick could be pretty intimidating when he got angry.
    His mouth tightened to a thin line.