Calla:
The two weeks after the industrial bridge race passed in a blur. A very confusing, emotionally exhausting, completely ridiculous blur. The first three days were mostly spent dealing with the wreck. The police had shown up after we were gone. The port authority had been furious. Reid had somehow managed to make three different problems disappear before they became actual problems. I didn't ask how. Some things were better left unanswered.
Jace's Camaro had taken the worst of it. The front end was destroyed. The driver's side was crushed. The hood was bent so badly it looked like someone had folded it in half. It was a miracle he had walked away. And after saving my life, giving him the stops wholesale discounts seemed the least I could do. Which was why, three days after the crash,
