Wes’ POV

Cars shouldn’t be so hard to fucking fix, I’d decided, feeling like an utter fucking moron in the middle of the street. There was something very wrong with American engineering if a car was this hard to fix on your own, for the everyday man who did not go to mechanic school. Trade school. Wherever.

“You’re not even American, are you Giselle?” I said, glaring at the stupid BMW with her lovely detailing. “I’m pretty sure ...