Page 96 of Home Game

“Want me to run to the grocery store and grab buns?” I offered, eager to help.

Ryan pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and tossed bills on the counter. “Come back with as much edible food as you can carry.”

I laughed. “Deal.”

I stockedup on Ryan’s favorites and was walking out of the store when something dug into my arm. Confused, I looked down at the big hand wrapped around my forearm, and staggered as it pulled me off balance towards the shadowy alley.

Terrance.

My breath came in and out of my chest in big gulps. “What do you want?”

“Retribution.”

“Leave me alone.”

I flinched when he touched my hair. “You weren’t the first one to run away, but you were the only one I couldn’t find.”

“What do you want?”

“I see you got yourself set up real nice. Seems like you are living the high life now.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“You know, I could have you charged. For stabbing me that night.”

I felt my skin shrink as he drew one nicotine-stained finger down the side of my face. “I’d do it again. In a heartbeat.”

“I want money.”

“I don’t have any.”

“You’re living with some fancy hockey player. I think you have access to a lot of money.”

“No.”

“I’d hate to make trouble for you and your boyfriend.”

I couldn’t breathe. I wrenched away from his grasp. “Stay away from me.”

The sound of his laughter followed me as I walked away from him. “See you soon, Zoey.”

I would leave tonight.I had enough money to catch a bus somewhere and I would disappear. Leaving Ryan without saying goodbye or thanks, crushed me. Maybe once I got someplace safe, I could send him an email and let him know I was okay.

I let myself into the apartment and brought the groceries to the island.

“You’re just in time,” Ryan smiled at me.

I stared up at him, trying to memorize his features.

He paused, looking at my face. “Are you okay?”

“Yup,” I busied myself with unpacking the groceries.

“I was thinking we could go to IKEA tomorrow after practice. Do you think you will be ready?”

My hands stilled. I wanted, more than anything, to go to IKEA with Ryan. A place where the world seemed safe and homey. Maybe I could leave after I got his living room set up. “I can be ready.”

“You sure?” his voice teased.

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