Yes, DeShane, there’s a lot you don’t know about me. It wasn’t often I got to surprise people—in a good way, anyhow. Most people didn’t have a clue that I knew how to work on cars. To everyone else, I was the girl to come to for fashion advice or, since I had worked at GNC, what protein powder was best to use before or after a workout. Several minutes of silence went by before Ryan cleared his throat and turned to me, his blond tufts of hair peeking out underneath his hat. “That was impressive. Where did you learn to work on cars?” I shrugged. “My uncle owns an auto body shop. I used to help out every summer.” Except this summer, because the thought of being stuck at home, under my parents’ constant why aren’t you studying, you need to spend every second not having fun wasn’t something I could handle. Not that I’d admit that to Ryan. He had his own parental issues, that much was clear from his interactions with Jack.
