Selena’s POV
I wasn’t stalking him. Not really.
Okay, maybe I was. A little.
But desperate times called for sports bras and leggings.
I passed by Katarina’s place again last night. Still locked. Still quiet. Still… wrong. Her mother hadn’t been seen in days. No word. No calls. Just silence.
So this morning, I dressed for a run. Or at least the kind of run where you want to look like you didn’t plan to run into anyone, except you totally did.
Black leggings. Tight. Sports bra two sizes too ambitious. Belly ring catching the light. Hair in a high pony. Lip balm, not lipstick. I even added a little body oil. Just in case he got close enough to smell it.
“Lucas likes to run this trail,” I mumbled to myself, tying my shoe. “Which means Lucas is about to have company.”
If Lucas was goi
