It wasn’t the fastest way to escape, but at least I was finally moving in the right direction. Away from him, away from home. It was better than staring at him all summer while I tried to weasel my way out of the mess I'd made.
The ocean air tossed my hair behind me, tangling it into a mess I’d have to fix later. I didn’t mind. Freedom was worth a few knots. When the ground beneath my feet lurched, I pitched forward. Scrambling to grab the ferry railing, I missed and waited for my face to meet the deck. Instead, something dug into my side and I stopped falling.
“Whoa, that was close. You okay?” I looked up at the source of the voice, the guy connected to the hands that saved me from face planting. He brushed wavy dark hair behind his ear and peered at me, his eyes wide.