“Damn, Liv,” He took in a deep breath. “Is there anything you can’t do?” “Change a flat tire,” I answered flatly. “There was an incident this past spring. You can ask Ella. It ended with both of us covered in dirt on the side of the interstate, and we still had to call AAA. Almost put my eye out with that wrenchy thing.” He choked out a laugh. “Could you mean a tire iron?” “All I know is it looks like some sort of medieval torture device.”
