The Defender (The Carrier Series Book 2)

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set of toes.
    “They said they might check their email a few times during the
trip and they left the number of the hotel they’re staying at in case of
emergency, but I don’t want to bother them with this.”
    “I guess. Hey, what about Laura? Call her up! She was home last
summer, right.”
    “Oh, didn’t I tell you? That’s why my parents are going to
Ireland. Laura is studying abroad this semester.”
    “No! You didn’t tell me. That’s awesome!” Kasie laid down on the
grass and extended her arms over her head for a full body stretch. “Well, I’m
sure you’ll solve your mystery soon enough. Hang in there, girl.”
    “I hope you’re right.” I stood up and grabbed one of my ankles,
pulling it up near my hip to stretch out my thigh.
    “Thanks for the run, Ava. This was fun.” Kasie stood up and then
bent over at the hips to touch the grass without bending her knees.
    We continued stretching for a few more minutes when suddenly a
sleek black car zoomed down the gravel hill a little too fast and pulled up a
few spots down from my Olds.
    The door opened and Adam got out.
    “Oh, seriously,” I said under my breath.
    He shut the passenger door and stayed facing the car. I could hear
the clicking noise of someone sending a text.
    “Well, well. Who do we have here?” I couldn’t hold back a smile as
Adam slowly turned around. He was dressed in black warm-up pants with a white
stripe down the side, a long-sleeved grey T-shirt that said “Fulham Football
Club,” and a pair of athletic shoes.
    “Ava! You know, this town isn’t that small. How do we keep ending
up in the same place?” He put his phone back into his pocket, smiled widely,
walking over toward Kasie and me.
    “I just don’t know, Adam. It’s almost like someone is stalking
me.” Then I gave him a little playful punch on the shoulder.
    “Ha. You wish.” Adam’s eyes drifted toward Kasie.
    “Adam, you remember my roommate, Kasie?”
    “Hey, Adam.”
    “Yes. Right, right. Hello, Kasie. Nice to see you again.” Adam
leaned against the bumper of my Olds. “So, judging by the deep shade of red on
your faces, I’m guessing you girls just finished a jog?”
    Oh gosh, how ridiculous did I look right now?
    “Yeah, just finished.” I brushed my cheek with the back of my hand
as if that would erase some of the red. “Isn’t it a little early for you frat
boys to be out and about? I thought you couldn’t leave the house before noon.”
    “Many don’t,” he laughed. “That is true.” He paused and looked
around the area. “A friend recommended I take a little jog through the park.”
    His accent was particularly adorable this morning.
    “You wouldn’t want to join me on a little jaunt, would you? I’ll
need a proper guide since I’ve never been here before and I’d hate to get lost
in the woods.” He hit me with pleading eyes. “You do owe me, remember?”
    It’s true I barely knew the guy, but something inside me urged me
to trust him. “Yeah, I guess I could go back out for another jog. As long as we
don’t go for too long.”
    I looked over at Kasie and she mouthed, “Are you sure?” I nodded,
and handed her my car keys.
    “You can give me a ride back to my house later, right Adam?”
    “Absolutely! I’d love to see where you live.” He leaned up against
the side of his car, smiling.
    “Okay. Well, don’t work her too hard, Adam.” Kasie gave a menacing
smile and Adam laughed out loud. She took my car keys, opened the passenger
side door, and then leaned over and gave me a hug. “See you later, Ava.” Then
she whispered “be safe” in my ear.
    “I will. Bye Kasie. See you soon.” And then she got in, started it
up, and drove off with a bang when the transmission shifted.  
    I giggled, embarrassed. “I gotta get that car looked at.” I looked
over at Adam’s ride. It looked very expensive. How did he get such a nice
car—let alone any car—as a foreign exchange student? But before I could ask,
Adam

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