Narrowing her eyes at him for a moment, she pushed harder, running on the balls of her feet, each step propelling her further forward.

Kelly just loved to run. She didn't care if it was from something, or after something. No matter why she was running, what she loved most was the run itself. Wind whistling through her hair, her legs impacting on the solid ground in a steady rhythm.

She knew he was just playing, but she'd be damned if she was going to let him win so easily.