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“Cool,” I murmur as I text Kota to make sure she meets Caleb at the field.

I would normally walk him to class and make sure he meets up with Dakota before I take off. I’m trusting all will go well and there will be no issues. When Kota texts me back to let me know she’ll meet him at the field, I grab my bag and rush out for my car.

I glance at the address Amina sent. Knowing exactly where she is I peel out of the parking lot to get to her. She’s my friend. I’m always going to make sure she’s taken care of.

Maribel

“Hey, are you a part of the photographers working on those calendars?” Cam asks as he works to find the problem with my car this time.

“I got an email about something like that this morning. There’s a chance to win a trip to Paris or something,” I reply.

“You should shoot mine. I’d go to Paris with you. It would be fun.”

I laugh. Theirs no way I’m going to Paris with him. Dez would kill me.

“You, sir, will be in the major leagues. You won’t have time for me and trips to Paris.”

He looks up from what he’s doing to look me in my eyes. I can see the wheels spinning. Something serious crosses his face.

“But what if we did win and we run? Think about it. You wouldn’t have to go back home.

“If we win, it would be like a sign, and we could go. I’d cover the costs for the first year as we figure things out. We could hide you away. I would keep you safe,” he says.

“That’s sweet, Cam, but you have a life and family here. I don’t want to take you from all of that. You can’t just run off with me and forget your own life.”

He frowns and looks away from me. I’m not stupid. Cam wants to run from his own life as much as I need to run frommine. However, he loves his family, especially his brother. He wouldn’t be happy running with me.

“You’re still shooting my calendar,” he grumbles. “My brother and I might do it together.”

“That would be cool. I’ve never really gotten to know him. Are you two much alike?”

He shrugs. “In a lot of ways, we are, and in others, we’re not. Twins aren’t always the same,” he mutters.

“I meant no offense. You’re not just twins; you’re siblings. The chances of being similar aren’t far-fetched.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m sure people make assumptions about you guys all the time.”

“You have no idea.”

He continues to fiddle around with the car, and I fall silent in thought. He might be onto something, I don’t need him to run away with me, but what if I ran again, farther away this time? I’d have no contact with my dad this time and ditch my cell phone.

“You know, I wish I’d never told you I know how to fix this piece of shit,” Cam says as he slams the hood of my car closed, jerking me out of my thoughts.

I’m trying so hard not to ogle him in his sweats and T-shirt. His hair looks like it’s still drying from his shower. God, he’s an insanely handsome man.

He has only become more attractive over the last three years. Those dimples get me every time. I love to see him smile—too bad he’s frowning right now.

“If you didn’t want to help me, that’s all you had to say,” I grumble.

He places his hands on his hips and frowns at me. I know that look. He’s annoyed.

I can’t blame him. I had to call him while he was at practice. I got lucky to catch him right after.

“I’m not saying I don’t want to help you. I’m saying I wish you’d let me buy you a new car. You’re lucky I’m never away when it decides to act up,” he says as he turns and props his butt against the car.

“Cam, for the millionth time. I’m not allowing you to give me a car. I have this one. I got it with my own money, and it’s been doing its job since freshman year.”

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