Chapter 6
NAOMI
Wednesday night
I’m in so much trouble it’s practically pouring out of my eyeballs.
My eyes are blurry, sleep-heavy as I open the door to the Alchemist.
Needing a glass of wine more than life, I head inside.
The A/C feels great on my skin, cooling the heat that’s been there for the past two days since I’ve seen Sawyer, and in the aftermath of the Cougars win tonight against the Fever, the crowd jamming themselves into the Alchemist is practically buzzing, excitement still bubbling in the air, thick enough to taste.
And I normally would be somewhere in the back—watching.
But not tonight. Or any other night for that matter.
If I keep trying to avoid Sawyer…an impossibility at this point.
Whatever confidence I’d mustered up in that bathroom is long gone two days late
