The late afternoon sun filtered lazily through the tall windows of the café. The bell on the café door rang as Sebastian, Logan, and Lily walked in. Her gaze moved over Jordan, who was beaming now, then settled back on me again. Something flickered across her face. Hurt. Maybe betrayal.
That look made the air thicken.
Then she turned—and ran.
"Lily!" Logan called out, his voice sharp with panic. Chairs scraped. Everyone jumped to their feet, but I was the first out the door.
I saw her.
Running straight into the road.
A car came around the corner fast—too fast. Horn blaring. Brakes screeching.
Everything slowed.
I ran. Without thinking about anything else and without hesitating, I rushed out.
I grabbed the back of Lily’s jacket and yanked with all the strength I had. We tumbled to the sidewalk just as the car whooshed past, the driver shouting something I couldn’t hear over the blood pounding in my ears.
Lily trembled in my arms. Her face was pale, her breathing shallow.
“Oh, baby,” I
