Maya's POV

We pushed Andrew's car down the gravel path. The tires rolled reluctantly, crunching the earth beneath them.

My arms ached, my hands frozen around the edge of the trunk, but none of us dared complain.

"We should form a gym club after this," Theresa panted beside me, her voice laced with dry humor. "We're halfway qualified now."

Andrew chuckled from the driver's side, where he was steering. "Next time we run out of gas in the middle of nowhere, I'll make sure it's on a ...