She shrugs and clicks her tongue. “I build ‘em with my pops. I hate school, but I’ve never met a car I couldn’t fix. I wanna drop out and work at the garage with him but I think that’s the one fucking thing Thorn and Nate agree on and… never mind. Everyone agrees.” There’s a hint of color on her cheeks and, sweet merciful lord, that’s my blush. The one I get about the guys, the one that let every-fucking-one know I wanted them.
