HARDIN.
After the game on Friday, I never made it back to the locker room.
I made sure Leah got into her car safely before following that scent. I knew that scent. Even though three years had passed, I could never forget it. I could never forget that face too.
So seeing her in the stands after the game, my heart dropped.
But before I could take a second look, she had vanished again, leaving me to trail after her as I walked down the tunnel in search of her.
The Veronica I knew always loved the chase.
We had only made eye contact for a second but her face was unmistakable. I stormed out of the arena before catching her scent again and my pulse quickened. My senses were heightened. Like a mix of cedar and lavender, I knew it was her, and she was drifting away. I picked up my pace an
