The cold air bit into my lungs as I continued to jog across the extremely large parking lot while scanning for Skylar’s familiar shape in the crowd. My chest was already tight from the game, but this was different…this was panic, raw and hot.
I finally spotted her near the far end of the lot, her shoulders hunched against the wind, June walking right beside her like some bodyguard. Skylar’s steps were quick, clipped, like she couldn’t get away fast enough.
“Skylar!” I quickly called out, my voice cutting through the hum of engines and chatter.
She didn’t turn.
Of course she didn’t.
June, though…she twisted her head and spotted me. Her expression lit up with something between amusement and murder.
Great, I thought wryly and then sighed. f*****g great.
I pushed harder, sneakers pound
