Tessa’s pov

“You should lock up and go,” I said when the wall clock finally hit eight.

The pool lights still burned bright over the empty lanes and the air smelled like wet concrete and leftover chlorine.

Marcus stayed seated on the starting block like he had nowhere else to be.

“I know what time it is.”

“Then why are you still here?”

He stood slowly and stretched his shoulders. “Because you’re about to shower and I’m not leaving you alone in the building.”

I raised an eyebrow. “That’s a new rule.”

“It’s the rule tonight.”

I grabbed my bag from the bench and walked toward the locker room without...