“You’re running from something.” I knew it was coming. Could taste its thickness in the air before it floated out of Tayce’s mouth. But the premonition doesn’t stop my heart from skipping like a rock over a lake. I take a cold swig of beer. Set it down. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Clink. I look down to see the neck of her beer bottle connect with mine. “Cheers to that.”
