You are sitting shotgun in a sleek sports car. The streets of Los Angeles blur past. Over the road of the engine, you hear your heart pounding in your chest. You glance in the sideview mirror at the cop cars right on your tail..... and catch a glimpse of yourself. Is this really me?. Gulp, that's really me. " I barely even recognize myself ". A voice calls your name. Ellie!... Ellie!. You turn to the car's driver seat and you set your eyes on him. His hazel honey eyes engulf deep into your blue crystal eyeballs. " I'm gonna have to do something a little risky. Do you trust me?" he asks. " Trust you? I barely even know you! " The speedometer ticks past 100 miles an hour. The driver takes your hand. It's now or never, Ellie. Do you trust me? " I....." You try to answer, but you just keep thinking one thing over and over. This is not how you expected your eighteenth birthday to go. ****************************************** Logan Anderson isn't the type of boy Ellie can bring home to her dad... not when her dad is the detective tasked with taking down Anderson's illegal street racing crew.