I carefully climbed out of the truck and walked around it once. What I needed was some leverage, something to pull it off the platform. If my dad’s truck were here, we could use it. But it wasn’t. Who else had a truck?

I knew Jackson would still be asleep, plus he was grounded, but I sent off a text anyway so that the second he woke up he might be able to help. Maybe he knew someone. This would be fixed today. I had about eleven hours. We could right this in eleven hours.

So . . . do you know anyone with a big truck?

My text probably woke him up because minutes later he replied. Why?

I answered: Let’s say, hypothetically, of course, a truck you were trying to put back on a platform was now stuck lopsided on said platform.

I’d text my hot boyfriend so he would come over and help me.

You have a hot boyfriend too? Unfortunately, mine is grounded so he can’t help me. Do you think yours can help me?

Funny. So are you just messing with me to be funny or is this hypothetical situation a sad reality?

Yes to the second option.

That sucks. I’ll be over in a minute.

You’re grounded.

I’ll ask my mom. She forgets everything when she’s sleeping.

Amelia sat up in the bed of the truck and stretched with a loud sigh. I tucked my phone into my pocket.

“Hey,” I said. “Your parents have a truck.”

“Yes, it pulls the trailer with Cooper’s quads.”

“Do you think they would let Cooper borrow it to come help us?”

“Of course. I’ll call him.”

By the time Jackson arrived ten minutes later, my hair and teeth were brushed and Amelia and I were sitting up in the truck bed watching him walk the path to us.

“He’s cute,” Amelia said. “Even when it looks like he just rolled out of bed.”

He was wearing the same sweats from the night before but with a green T-shirt that I was sure would make his eyes look amazing once he was close enough for me to see them. His hair was a curly mess on top of his head and I could still see some mud streaks around his ankles from our time at the lake last night. I looked at my ankles and realized I sported the same streaks.

He had on a lazy smile and my heart constricted in my chest.

“Wow, Moore, you did this all by yourself?”

“Shut up. We have a plan.”

He did a full loop around the truck. Then another. “What’s the plan?”

Amelia raised her hand. “A big truck and a rope.”

“So I take it you don’t want to tell your parents, then?” he asked me.