Max swallowed. “This,” she said. “Us. Go or no go?” Her heart was brutalizing the inside of her rib cage. Go or no go, Xander Hawthorne? Across from her, Xander raised the stuffed narwhal into the air. “Go!” Max yelled, and just like that, the chase was on. Xander almost had her when she whirled around. “No go!” she said. Xander froze. Max arched a brow. And then, in blankets up to her knees, unable to resist for another second, she tackled him.
