"But I don't even know how to pump gas," she said.
"You have to help me reach Ivy!" Tristan started down the road.
"I'd rather work on the brakes," Lacey called after him. "Slow down, Tristan. Before you knock off another deer."
But nothing would stop him. "Ivy has to believe again," Tristan said. "We have to reach her. She has to know that it wasn't an accident. Somebody wanted me-or Ivy-dead!"