Panic surged. She dropped her bag, stepping back, ready to run—then froze.

Adam was standing in the middle of the street, blocking her path.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was calm, almost mocking.

Sarah stared at him, shock rooting her to the spot.

He stepped closer, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face. “How long will you keep running, Sarah, when we both know you’ll end up with me?”

She slapped his hand away, shoving him back as she tried to ...