“Walk me to my truck?” “Scared?” I follow him into the parking lot. He appears deep in thought. “Something like that.” “Don’t worry, Crawford. I won’t let the boogeyman get you.” At his car, Aiden tosses his bag in the back seat, and locks it. I stare at him. “What are you doing?” He stretches his legs. “Running.” “You just had practice.” He walks past me. “Aiden, I’m not running with you. You said you were exhausted.” “Did I? I feel great. I’m just running the path over there.” “That’s my path!” He throws me a grin over his shoulder. “What a coincidence.”
