“Much better.” Suddenly, I recall that I thought I caught a glimpse of her in the woods when I was with Noah. Watching her put away her things, I ask, “Were you near the beach this morning?”
I see her stiffen, but when she turns around to look at me, she’s smiling. “I had breakfast at Ruder’s Sub Shop. Why do you ask?”
“No reason.” I walk toward the door. As my hand grasps the knob, I pose another question, in a light-hearted tone this time. “Eve, have you ever taken part in any of the pack runs?”
“Not yet,” she replies hesitantly. “I’m not very social, you know. That’s why I moved to this town. And you know how aggressive pack runs can get.”
“Right,” I reply slowly. “Okay, well, see you out there.”
After closing the door behind me, I lean against it for a moment, thinking.
Eve was l
