CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I went out to the pool, but restlessness had settled in. Bryce was there, wearing his black swimming trunks, laughing with Denton. Then he posed at the edge of the pool and jumped in, his back muscles rippling from the movement. His dive was smooth, barely a ripple in the pool, and an anchor dropped to my gut.
I had to get out of there.
Had to, or I was going to go crazy.
Denton was about to jump in when Bryce pulled himself up from the side, standing back up on the concrete again. He raked a hand over his face, wiping the excess water off, and he frowned at me. Oh yes, indeed. A vacuuming effect was going on inside me. I felt like he was sucking me in, pulling me to him with just a look.
“What’s wrong?”
“I need to go,” I croaked. “Somewhere. I have to get out of thi
