“Sam.” Mason scooted even closer, his knees touching mine now. He took my hand in his. “You can take all the time you want. I’m not going anywhere. Logan isn’t either. You’re not going to lose us, no matter what you do.”

I laced our fingers together.

“I don’t like not knowing myself,” I admitted.

He squeezed my hand. “Then get to know yourself.”

I laughed. “It’s so simple to you. You’ve always known.”

He shrugged. “You will too. It’s just coming at a different pace.”

“Thanks, Mason.”

His eyes darkened and, then I was on his lap. His hands found my waist, and leaning back in his chair, he held me anchored over him.

“You never have to thank me, but if you really feel obligated . . .” He winked, and his teasing intention was clear as his hand slid under my shirt, and he sat up to find my lips.

We moved to the bed after a moment, and all talk ceased.

“Where exactly did you lose yourself? Maybe we could retrace our steps. You could find yourself where you last saw yourself?”

“Har har.” I rolled my eyes.

Logan was walking me to the career center on campus. It was Monday morning, which would normally make the quad filled with students, except we were a month early. The only students around were those who’d stayed to take summer classes, or athletes, like Mason, who were starting their practices already.

I looked over the lush green lawns and sidewalks crisscrossing the quad. It was peaceful and eerie all at the same time.

“I’m going to talk to someone and probably take a test, because I have no idea what I want to do with my future.”

He grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Let me help you with that. I’m Logan Kade.” He pointed to himself, then to me. “You’re Samantha Strattan. You’ve been boning my brother for almost four years.”

He held his hand out, and I ignored it. “Har har. So funny.”

“I amuse myself.”

“You make jokes, but you know what I mean. I was picking up trash at the local carnival this summer. If that isn’t a cry for help, I don’t know what is.”

“Don’t knock the carnies. They have deep pockets we may need someday.”

And I really ignored that one. I could see the career center ahead on our right and picked up speed.

“I know you could’ve spent all day with Taylor,” I told him. “So I appreciate you coming with me.”

He shrugged. “Your guy’s in football all day. My woman’s hanging out with her posse. Seemed fitting that you and I spend the day together.”

I reached for the door, but he grabbed it, holding it open for me.

“I’ll admit, I didn’t envision the career center when you asked if I’d go to campus with you. I thought we’d hit up the cafeteria—sneak in and get free food or something.”

“We can do that later.”

We were crossing through the lobby when I heard my name being called.

I looked up to find one of my track coaches coming down the stairs.

“Coach Carillo. Hey.”

In his mid-forties, with dark black hair and a few specks of gray, he was dressed completely in Cain University apparel. A whistle hung from his neck.

He eyed Logan as he held out his hand. “Logan Kade, right?”

“Yes, sir.” Logan shook his hand. “We’ve met once or twice over the years at Sam’s meets.”

“Mason Kade’s brother.”

“Right again.”

He nodded, a look of approval on his face. His turned back to me and narrowed his eyes slightly. “What are you doing here?”

“I was going to see a career counselor.”

“No, I mean, what are you doing in this building?” He pushed back his sleeve and looked at his watch. “Cross-country is starting today. Why aren’t you there?”

“Oh.”

I never joined the cross-country team because of the time commitment it would require. It was a fall sport, just like football, and finding time to spend with Mason was already challenging enough when he was playing. It’d be almost impossible if I joined a sports team with a season at the same time. Besides, track had been my forte since freshman year.

“I never joined,” I confessed.

“What?” His eyes bulged, and he crossed his arms over his clipboard. “Are you kidding me? Why wouldn’t you join? Your running times are amazing. You’d be one of the best on the team.”

“I . . .”

I gave Logan a look. I didn’t know what to say. I should explain to my coach that I chose not to join the team so I could spend time with my boyfriend? I didn’t think he’d respect that.

I shrugged instead. “It’s just a decision I made. I’ve been content with doing track only.”

He shook his head. “You’re here to see a career counselor, but, Sam, I really urge you to join the cross-country team. They could use a runner like you. You know what? Come to my office tomorrow. I’d like to talk about this some more with you.” He lowered his head; his eyes still meeting mine. “Would you do that?”

“Uh . . . sure. Yeah.”

He nodded. “Good.” He seemed to relax and pressed the clipboard against his side. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Clapping Logan on the shoulder, he moved for the door. “It was nice meeting you again, Kade.”

“You too.” Logan waited until the door closed. “Why didn’t you just tell him the truth? You didn’t join because of Mason, right?”

“Because he wouldn’t understand.”

Logan snorted. “You’re being that girl.”

We’d started down the hallway toward the counselors’ offices, but I stopped. “What does that mean?”

“You know. That girl.” He grinned. “The chick who puts her boyfriend first.”

“I’m not that girl.”

“Yeah, you’re exactly that girl.” He gestured to me. “You don’t want to admit it, but you’re putting Mason first. It’s cool, Sam. It’s only half the year. The other half, you get to do your thing. Track.”

I scowled. I hated the way he said that, like I was weak-willed and submissive.

But he was right.

During the fall, I did put Mason first.

It stung.

I blinked a couple times. “So you’re saying I should join the cross-country team?”

“If you want. It’s up to you. Has Mason ever asked you not to? Did he say he’d be mad if you did or something?”

I stiffened. “Are we talking about the same guy?”

Mason put me first. Always had, always would.

Logan’s grin widened. He snapped his fingers and pointed at me. “Exactly. You know Mason won’t care, so you can relax. You’re not that girl. Your boyfriend didn’t make you choose him over yourself. You made that decision all on your own.”

My scowl was back. “Stop fucking with me.”

“I’m not.” He held his hands up. “Honestly. But I’ve always wondered why you didn’t join. I just figured there was a good reason. I mean, I thought Mason probably factored into it, but I thought there was more to it too.”

I thought for a moment. They had meets every weekend, and sometimes during the week. Mason had practices every day, and there were team activities off the field too. That wasn’t including the games—those he had every week too.

There’d be no time. I would almost never see him.

The thought of it—no. I couldn’t. I started forward again. “I can’t do it. I’ll never see him.”

“Isn’t that why you’re here?”

I stopped again. A spark of anger lit in my stomach. I turned back around to him. “Stop it, Logan.”

“Look.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I can’t be hypocritical here. I love you, Sam. You’re family, and I know Mason would want you to do what you want. You two are good. There’s no vulnerability in your relationship, so what are you doing? Why are you choosing him over something I know you’d love? You loved it in high school. You love running, and that’s all this team does—and not for a just a mile or two. It’s literally everything you love doing. If the only reason you’re not doing it is because of Mason, I know my brother would tell you to do it. Have you guys ever talked about it?”