MYLES POV
The next morning, when I woke up for a morning run at around six, I saw a reflection in the window. I was sure it was Cali because the blinds were shut the moment my eyes fell in that direction.
I spent an average stalking time, hoping to quench my doubts, but she didn't peek anymore. I had to give up.
The street was quiet, yet I still met some fans that needed photos. They weren't much, so they didn't hold me back. I returned to the Donovans around seven-thirty, sweaty and ready for tonight's game.
It was when I got to the front door that I realized I didn't have a key or a phone to call Brayden. I had a smartwatch around my wrist but it wasn't connected to the mobile network. I probably considered taking another round of running because it was too early to knock and wake
