11
AYLEE
“So far so good,” I said, stretching my calves. Jason’s voice was in my ear as I ran in circles up and down the street in front of Madame Chatfield’s estate. She lived behind a large, wrought iron gate in a mansion three times the size of my uncle’s bed and breakfast.
“You doing okay? Not tired yet?”
I knew he could see me, but I couldn’t see him. “I’m fine. Just hoping I’m not running around like this for nothing.”
“Your effort is not going unnoticed. You should wear those shorts more often.”
Lifting my hand, I fixed my ponytail and flipped him off.
He chuckled. “I saw that.”
“Good. Time for lap four.” Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly and picked up my feet. I was in really good shape, but the Vegas heat was t*****e. Maine was much more pleasant. Lifting my shirt,
