When a handsome stranger asks you to run away with him, your sane, rational answer should come easy: "No. Absolutely not." Which is exactly what I said to Reid Carson. I swear. Yet somehow I still found myself in his shiny red convertible driving eighty miles an hour down the interstate. I already knew there were right turns and wrong turns in life, despite having no clue where my own life was headed. But the one thing I learned from Reid Carson - sometimes you just need to choose 'crazy.' So that's exactly what I did.