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were going to run. I didn’t think there was time.”
    Savannah nodded. “We should run. We’re getting a workout today, aren’t we? Coach is gonna be so mad.”
    Subject effectively changed.
    Lightning cracked above them and all three girls squealed, ducking their heads.
    “Let’s go!” Liam grabbed Laura’s hand and they took off, Kelly and Caleb close behind. With one last, sad look over her shoulder, Savannah followed them, and they ran in silence for the next several minutes, except for the occasional shriek when lightning would shoot across the sky in front of them. The wind picked up, howling and moaning like it had a broken heart.
    It was a sound Sawyer knew well.
    They’d just broken out of the trees, in sight of the main road, when a car, sitting silent and dark, suddenly flashed its lights and pulled forward. Sawyer automatically moved protectively in front of Savannah before he realized it was a friend — and not some kidnapper hopped up on drugs trying to kidnap the girl he loved.
    “Hop in,” Julian yelled, cranking the window down. “I’ll take you back to the hotel!”
    “Thank the Lord,” Kelly gasped as they piled into his little four-door rusted car. Sawyer, the tallest by at least three inches, would only fit in the front, and Savannah had to sit on his lap, because there was no way they were fitting anyone else in the back. If it hadn’t been for their little fight earlier, she would have curled into him now, trying to steal his warmth. But despite their truce, she sat away from him, her body stiff, trying to keep her weight off his legs. For the eight-thousandth time that night, he hated himself for what he’d said. His body missed hers.
    “This looks like it’s gonna be one heck of a storm,” Julian said. “Maybe the meet will get canceled tomorrow, too.”
    “Since I’ve run, like, a hundred miles today, I’d be okay with that,” Laura said from the back seat, her voice muffled, buried as she was under four other people.
    It was the longest ride ever, and far too short, because when they pulled into the hotel parking lot and she scrambled out of the car, his body ached for her.
    Holy hell, I’m addicted to her touch.
    He watched her race into the hotel, yelling a hurried thank you to Julian, and Sawyer had the distinct impression that he’d lost her. He hadn’t even had her, and he’d lost her.
    Every girl wants a guy that’s gonna fight for her.
     
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    S HE’D SENT HIS SHIRT home with Caleb. Caleb handed it to him as Sawyer unfolded himself from the blankets on his bed, trying to get warm. “She said to tell you thanks.”
    His sweatshirt was there, too.
    And it smelled like her.
    He pulled it over his head, even though it was still slightly damp, and tried not to hyperventilate breathing in her sweet scent. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her tears. He couldn’t drown out the pain in her voice.
    But he also remembered Beckett’s pain. He remembered getting calls at three a.m. because Beckett was drunk and passed out on the lawn in front of her apartment. He remembered listening to Beckett sob at night.
    Beckett was his best friend. No matter how in love with Savannah Sawyer thought he was, he couldn’t go after her.
    Every girl wants a guy who will fight for her.
    He closed his eyes and listened to the wind howl and wondered if the windows were going to implode. When someone started banging on the door, that was his first thought — the building was exploding around him.
    Beckett hauled himself to his feet and, dodging luggage and random roommates sprawled all over the room, he swung the door open.
    “What the hell were you thinking?” Savannah yelled, all spitfire and claws. Sawyer sat up, wondering what on earth Beckett could have done this time. Laura and Kelly, of course, were right behind her, looking as formidable as the guards of death — which was a feat for two not-very-tall and very sweet girls.
    Most of the time, sweet. Right now, not so