Run and just…run some more. His body started the low, deep rumble, the vibration that made his soul scream out for release. Whatever was going on inside him didn’t have words, and that made interacting with Laura and Dylan so damn hard. Words were hard. Running was easy. The pounding of his feet on the pavement, the blur of trees and sunshine and clouds. Or, hell, rain pelting him while he ran in the heat, stripping off his shirt and being as close to nature as he could. Within public nudity laws and basic physics, because naked running would, um, hurt. Rebound effect and all that. As Laura’s speckled green eyes glared at him, he stood shirtless and commando, his jeans an afterthought, his body pulsing now with the desire not to escape, but to push his body into a zone where emotions could be handled one by one, instead of on top of each other in a giant pile. Right now, his inner world looked like a fucking garbage dump. And no one wanted to smell that. “What’s wrong, Laura?
