Chapter 8
"Okay, just give it a little bit of gas," Logan explains as I creep along the street in his black Challenger.
I'm nervous, due to our close proximity, but I'm trying to make the best out of it. After all, I am a terrible driver. I need all the help I can get.
When I press the gas pedal, we go flying forward. Just as I'm about to slam into a mailbox, I hit the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt. I look over at Logan and notice his eyes are closed and his mouth is moving as if he's silently praying.
Probably not such a bad idea at the moment.
"I said a little bit of gas, Katie. Don't press it to the floor," he says patiently.
I take a deep breath and get ready to give it another go. "Okay, okay."
I tap the gas and we slowly move forward. I press it a little h
