Natalie

“Nat!” Cam yells as he chases me. His feet beating against the asphalt as he gains on me. I want to run, but I don’t want to call more attention to us than I already have.

I head for the parking lot, only to remember I rode here with Cam, and right now he’s the person I want to see the least.

When I get to his truck, I beat my palms against the hood in frustration.

I’m cornered and I have nowhere to go.

“Please listen to me.” Cam ...