At the corner, when he turned left, she turned right.
In a few easy strides, he caught up with her. “Nice try,” he said.
“I can’t shake you, can I?”
“After I make you purr like a kitten, you won’t want to.”
Her whisper-soft moan floated in the air between them. She tried covering by clearing her throat, but she could feel his eyes drilling into her.
It had been easy to hate him when he wasn’t around. Easy when she never once heard from him. Harder since she’d run into him at Elsa’s.
The heart wants who it wants.
Now, as they ran side by side, she wondered how long she could continue to mask her real feelings. And how long it would take before he shredded her heart all over again.
She was pushing hard to keep up with him. He had a good seven inches on her, plus he was long-legged and all muscle.
As if he could read her mind, he asked, “How you doin’ over there?”
“I’m good.”
“I can slow.”
“For me or for you?” she asked.
“I usually run slower for longer,” he said.
“That’ll work,” she replied.
They pulled back a little, but they were still doing a pretty good clip. As they rounded the corner, he said, “This is my street.”
“Yup.”
“You run past my house?”
“When I take this route.”
“Did you know I live here?”
“Knew, didn’t care.”
“Do you care now?”
“Nope.”
More silence.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured.
“Nowwhat did you do?” Slash asked.
“I’m sorry for ending us, but I’m more sorry forhowI ended things.”
Did I imagine that?
She’d waited so long to hear those words, she wasn’t sure they were real.
“What did you say?” she asked.
