Skye’s P.O.V.
The metallic hum of the garage buzzed around me as I worked, wiping the grease off my hands with a rag. It was a slow day, just me and a couple of half-finished cars, which suited me just fine. I liked the quiet rhythm of working on engines, something about it kept my mind steady, focused. At least, it used to.
Now, my thoughts were tangled in Lila—her secret glances, the way her words could make me feel like I was trying to walk through a minefield without setting off an explosion in my heart. I had been thinking about this morning as well, and how strange things had been ever since. The distance that had come between us ever since I had tried to help her with that damn bill.
Had it really been her at Adam’s house?
Had she even seen me?
If she saw me, what exactly had s
