3
HARPER
“Oh, hi,” I stuttered when my neighbor opened the stairwell door. Since he was tugging on a black puffy coat, I’d surprised him. Again.
I frowned, confused. Where were Emory and Gray? This was the door to their apartment.
He quickly stepped back, and I realized he was doing that to give me room, lots of room, so I wouldn’t freak again. He even put his hands out at his sides, palms toward me, to show me he wasn’t going to grab me. Shame filled me, and I felt my cheeks flush hotly.
I’d run longer than anticipated. Thoughts of Cam, what he wanted, the mortifying way I’d panicked about my neighbor hadn’t faded after the usual five miles. I’d wanted to run away from it all, perhaps metaphorically, so I’d kept going, pushing myself until my muscles quivered, sweat poured down my fa
