Willow grabs my sleeve. “Move.”
We duck around the corner just as voices drift across the pavement.
Zane’s voice.
I don’t risk looking back until we’re halfway down the alley. There’s no sign of them.
I take a long sip of my coffee.
“See?” Willow says brightly. “Flawless escape.”
“This is getting ridiculous.”
“You’re the one living a double life.”
“On your advice!”
Willow grins. “You know what’s funny?”
“I’m afraid to ask.”
“He was definitely looking for you.”
ZANE
That afternoon, I’m standing in the line of the campus coffee shop with Russo, trying to focus on the scouting report he’s showing me on his phone.
“Blake. You listening?”
“Yeah.”
“What did I just say?”
I glance at the screen. “Their goalie struggles with high glove.”
Russo stares at me. “I said their top line is weak on the backcheck.”
“Right. That too.”
He sets his phone down. “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit.”
I look around the coffee shop automatically. Groups of students at every table. Laptops open. Coffee cups everywhere.
No Nora.
“I’m just distracted,” I admit.
“By that girl.”
“Yeah.”
Russo nods slowly. “You’ve looked at every table since we walked in.”
“Have not.”
