Hitting the blacktop on hands and knees, I groaned. Damn that hurt. I hadn’t seen the lip of the cracked road, and the toe of my running shoe had hit it square on, knocking me off my feet.

I started doing the whole runner once-over after falling. Any bones broken? Didn’t seem to be. Scrapes? A few. Cuts? No bad ones.

A hand came down on my shoulder, startling me.

“Sorry!” a man’s voice immediately said. “I saw you go down. Wanted to make sure you were OK.”

I shut my eyes, praying when I turned around the guy wouldn’t be who I thought it was. Mr. Green Baseball Hat. The guy I’d been ogling for weeks on my spring runs.

I knew it would be, though. That was my luck.

I turned, squinted against the sun and sighed when I saw... Read More