Page 213 of Don't Fall for the Goalie
“Where’s Guyer?”
My chest knots, and my hands start shaking. There are too many voices. Too many eyes.
My pulse kicks wildly out of rhythm.
I need coffee.
That’ll make me feel better.
Pine & Steamappears half a block ahead like a beacon of emotional support and caffeine.
Relief floods through me.
Then someone shouts, “There she is!”
A woman holding a microphone rushes toward me while a cameraman follows directly behind her.
Flashbulbs explode.
My stomach drops.
“What’s your relationship status with Daltyn Guyer?”
I freeze.
More cameras seemingly appear out of nowhere.
Questions slam into me rapid-fire.
“How long have you been living together?”
“Are wedding bells next?”
“Did you move to Vermont for him?”
My pulse spikes violently.
It’s too loud.
They’re too close.
The cameraman steps into my path, accidentally blocking me in. Panic crashes through me hard and fast.
“Excuse me,” I say shakily. “I need?—”
The reporter grabs my arm, rattling off more questions.
But I don’t hear her.
My body stops recognizing the difference between now and before.
Flashbacks hit hard.
Landon grabbing my wrist.
Being trapped with nowhere to go.
Losing control.
