turning and disappearing out of sight. Don’t go after her. Don’t go after her.
With herculean effort, he turned his back on her and went to his room, slumping down against the door and praying for death.
“ See that girl?” Sawyer pointed across the cafeteria. “The one with the long dark hair?”
Beckett looked up from his tray. “Hell yeah I see that girl. I see her every damn time I close my eyes.”
Sawyer’s heart stopped. “That’s… that’s Savannah?”
Beckett nodded. “Sweetest girl you’ll ever meet. Can’t even hate her for dumping me.”
“Hey. You were serious about going to bed?” Beckett was crouched across from him, shaking his shoulder.
Sawyer’s eyes snapped open. “Yeah. Can’t get in, though.”
Beckett stood, digging his key out of his pocket. “Party got shut down. Pizza’s out. Savvy’s all upset about something, so we thought we’d get her out of here for a while.”
Sawyer straightened, hoping the panic didn’t show in his eyes. “Did she say why?”
Beckett shrugged. “Never does, does she? Laura and Kelly are on it, though. She’ll be fine.”
Yeah. She’d be fine. Because the only people who ever knew she was hurting were Laura and Kelly, and those three protected each other like the guards of the Crown Jewels. But he’d still hurt her — whether she hid it or not, the pain was still there.
And he hated himself.
Beckett was still talking, and Sawyer struggled to catch up. “—she tried to run for it again. Luckily Laura caught her first. Someone’s gotta teach that girl she can’t always take off when she’s upset. That’s probably why she’s so fast, though.”
It was true — not the part about it being why she was so fast, although it might be why she had freakish endurance. No, it was true that someone had to teach her not to run. She didn’t deal with emotional issues, she escaped them. His little Savvy was a flight risk, that’s for sure.
“She’s obsessed with old buildings, you know? Mysteries and decay and urban exploring. One of Dara’s new friends says there’s an old mansion a couple miles from here, in the woods. We’re all going to check it out.”
You know? Hell yes, he knew. He knew her favorite food, her favorite color. He knew what was in her purse and her gym bag and her head. Since urban exploration was her greatest passion, yes , Sawyer knew.
“You realize we’re in the middle of a hurricane?” He struggled to his feet because she was coming down the hall and if she knew how bad he hurt, she would realize his pushing her away was all an act.
She was a smart girl. She’d know he’d done it intentionally.
So he refused to look at her, although he could feel the force of her glare burning into the side of his face. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Buttercup.
“I looked outside. The storm is gone,” Aaron said.
Sawyer frowned. A hurricane like that didn’t come and go so quickly.
“He doesn’t want to go. Leave him alone.” Her voice was like ice, freezing his blood in his veins. He fought like hell, with everything he had, but he wasn’t strong enough to stay away from her.
“Yeah, I’ll come. Sounds fun.”
CHAPTER THREE
“ Y OU’RE BEAUTIFUL. Y OU’VE GOT THE BODY OF A GODDESS. I’m not blind, Savvy.”
It was physical. He wanted her, not because he felt anything even close to what she did, but because she had a nice body. He wasn’t in love with her. You are so, so stupid. The words were on repeat in her head, over and over and over until she wanted to scream and rip her hair out. Instead, she ran. In jeans so tight she could barely breathe, packed specifically to get Sawyer’s attention. And a lace shirt and boots. At least they were flat boots. Running in heels would have been a bad, bad idea. Especially once they made it out of the city and into the woods.
In Utah, they had mountains. There were trees and bushes and she’d thought that was forest. But here, the forest was right