RUN TO YOU by Clara Kensie

Read on for an excerpt from another unforgettable Harlequin TEEN digital-first story RUN TO YOU PART 1: FIRST SIGHT by Clara Kensie Part One in the riveting romantic thriller about a family on the run from a deadly past and a first love that will transcend secrets, lies and danger Sarah Spencer has a secret: her real name is Tessa Carson, and to stay alive, she can tell no one the truth about her psychically gifted family and the danger they are running from. As the new girl in the latest of countless schools, she also runs from her attraction to Tristan Walkerafter all, she cant even tell him her real name. But Tristan wont be put off by a few secrets. Not even dangerous ones that might rip Tessa from his arms before they even kiss

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My parents insisted we were safe until Dad saw Dennis Connelly coming, but I still hated going anywhere alone. Logan, usually, was sympathetic about this, so I went to his room, where he was composing a song on his saxophone. Want to help me find a new jogging trail? I asked. He sighed, then floated the sax into its case. Let me change. Ill be down in a minute. Our new house was near a park, so Logan and I headed that way. As we rounded the corner, a police officer rolled by in his shiny white cruiser as he patrolled our quiet neighborhood. I ached to flag him down. Ask him for help. Beg him for protection. But I kept my hands at my sides and my mouth shut. Dennis Connelly worked for the government, and the two times my parents had sought help from law enforcementa police detective in Utah and an FBI agent in Pennsylvaniahe had gotten wind of their

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investigations and learned where we were hiding. My dad had seen him coming and wed fled, but despite our warnings, each of our protectors were killed soon after. I would never forget my fathers horrified expression as he used his mobile eye to watch Dennis Connelly slice those innocent men open, right down the middle. His message was clear: his reach was long. He would kill anyone who got in his way. And there was nowhere to turn for help. Since then we depended solely on my familys powers to evade Dennis Connelly and stay alive. The Twelve Lakes cop drove past Logan and me without a glance in our direction. I wouldnt ask him for help, and he would live to serve and protect the citizens of Twelve Lakes another day. The park was another block down. Beyond the baseball diamond and playground, we found a jogging trail that wound around the tennis

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courts, into a forest preserve and back again. Perfect. I turned onto the path and quickened my pace until I was in a full-out sprint. Logan kept up for a short while, then fell behind. Trees and wildflowers blurred as I zoomed past them. My feet pounded rhythmically, left-right-left-right. Always on the lookout for anything suspicious, I kept an eye on the other runners as I zipped down the path. Ahead of me a woman speed-walked in black yoga pants, hips swinging and arms pumping. I passed her quickly. Running toward me on the other side of the path, a man pushed a little girl in a three-wheeled jogging stroller. Behind him ran a boy about my age, a royal blue T-shirt stretching across his broad shoulders, the cords of his earbuds bouncing with each step. After the first lap my lungs started to burn, so I pushed myself for three hundred more steps, then slowed so my exercise-hating brother could catch up. Looking over my shoulder to find

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him, I stumbled. Before I fell, though, my arm was caught in a strong grip. The boy in the blue T-shirt steadied me, his blue-eyed gaze as warm as his smile. I realized I was smiling back. With a gasp, I yanked my arm away and fled. Once I rounded the bend I waited for Logan. Slow down a little, would you? he grumbled. I didnt argue. I ran at his pace, keeping him close by my side. The broadshouldered boy came up the path again and nodded at me. We ran the loop twice more, passing the boy each time. At the entrance to the path, we stopped, Logan panting and gasping with his hands on his knees while I stretched. Clockwise, huh? I turned to the voice, deep and confident. The boy in blue ran in place, his sandy-brown hair reflecting gold in the sun. You were running in a clockwise direction on the path, he said. Ive

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always gone counterclockwise. Ill have to try it your way next time. You were going pretty fast. I suppressed the urge to run again. His feet slowed to a stop. Sorry if I scared you back there. Immediately Logan stiffened into bodyguard position, stepping between me and the boy. He scared you? I started to nod but stopped. It wasnt his fault I was scared. I tripped and he caught me. Logan relaxed, but when I said nothing else, the boy shrugged. Okay, then, see you around. He put his earbuds back in and jogged off down the path. From the corner of my eye I could see Logan watching me watching the boy. Maybe, he said, youll actually make a friend this time. The boy disappeared around the bend. I blinked, then turned around and headed for home. Dont count on it.

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