Boston in June was a world apart from Minnesota — humid where Northbridge was dry, vibrant and bustling where her hometown sprawled flat and serene. The entire city buzzed with a kind of restless energy that Reese found both exhilarating and a touch overwhelming as she checked into the hotel three days before the combine officially began.
Cole had personally driven her to the airport, and there they stood at the security line, lingering longer than either of them probably should have. It was as if neither was quite ready to embrace a goodbye that felt far more significant than just a few days apart.
"Please call me tonight," he said, gently pressing his forehead against hers. "I would love to hear how everything goes, even if 'how it goes' is just you feeling a bit nervous about tomorrow
