Natalya checked the mirror and decided that revenge was such a fun game. She’d see how Cal survived this morning’s run. He may “still run” but in Portland she’d taken it back up with a vengeance.
Six months ago, despite a slightly dirty head start on Natalya’s part, Jessica had outrun her by three paces for the prize of breakfast at the Puffin Bay Diner—exactly as Jessica had done to her at their final high school meet, though that had been a fair start and the prize had only included a cheap blue ribbon and bragging rights. And she could still remember just how much mileage her cousin had gotten out of the second part of that prize.
After half a year of running almost every day, Natalya figured she could run Jessica into the ground, even if she wasn’t four months pregnant.
Cal was abou
