SAMANTHA
An hour earlier.
“Sam.”
I was lacing up my sneakers. Mason had gone to tell his coaches what was going on. We’d slept super late, and half the day was gone already. I wanted to get a run in before he called to let us know their plan. I looked up from the back patio when Logan said my name, opening the back door. My heart sank at the look on his face.
“What is it?” My hands were suddenly clammy. I rubbed them down my running pants and stood.
He gestured behind him. “Just come in. You need to see this. It’s on the university’s cable channel.”
I think I knew even before I stepped inside.
Mason had been calm when he left, too calm. He’d been like that all night too, and the way he’d made love to me last night—I suppressed a shiver, one of the good kinds. He’d been tender, lovin
