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Her eyes caught his.
“It doesn’t matter.” She shook her head. “Good night, Presley.”
There it was again. His full name. He still liked the way she said it, too much.
“Wait. I’ll walk you to your car.”
She swallowed and said nothing, but she nodded at least. He grabbed a spare umbrella from the stand. “Here,” he said, handing it to her. “It’s not gonna work great with the wind, but at least it’ll keep you from getting too wet.”
As soon as they stepped outside, the noise of the storm hit them. Wind whipped the rain against his face, and he automatically put his arm around her shoulder as she tried to keep the umbrella steady.
It was a long walk through the wet grass to the front of his parents’ house. There was a light shining from the basement windows – he figured his dad was watching TV in the den – but his mom’s car was gone, no doubt she’d left a little early to take Delilah home, before the storm hit.
And he was grateful for that. At least he knew his daughter was safe and warm.
Cassie’s car was parked next to his truck. He walked her to it, and she pulled out her key, opening the lock.
“Thank you.” She pulled the umbrella closed, handing it to him. It had done little to shelter her in the wind. Her hair was damp, her skin was, too. And her tank was sticking to her chest in a way that he really shouldn’t be looking at.
“No problem.”
He waited for her to climb into the car before he walked to his truck. He was as wet as she was, and once he was inside the dry cab he shook his hair and switched on the heater. Christ, what a night.
While he waited for her to leave first, he pressed the buttons on his radio, finding a rock station he liked. Then he pulled his seatbelt on and glanced over at her car.
She hadn’t moved.
Her seatbelt wasn’t on, either. She was staring right ahead, through the windshield, at the rain lashing against the glass. He frowned. There was no way he was leaving until she had.
While he waited, he tapped out a message to his mom.
On my way home in a few. Should be there in twenty. Everything okay? – Pres
Drive safely, honey. All good here. Delilah’s just getting into bed. – Mom
Okay then, that was one thing he didn’t have to worry about. The woman not moving in the car next to his though. That was something else altogether.
He sighed and opened his door, walking over to her car as the rain pelted him. She hadn’t noticed him approach because she was still sitting there, her hair dripping, her face unmoving.
Pres had to tap on her window with his knuckles to get her attention. And damn if she didn’t jump again. He felt like an ass, but he mimicked winding her window down, until she pressed on the button and the glass between them lowered.
“Is everything okay?” he asked her, wiping the rain from his face.
“What?” She blinked.
He leaned in, mostly because he was getting so wet it wasn’t funny. He could smell the rain on her. Mixed with something sweeter. Sexier.
“How long are you planning on sitting here?” he asked.
“I was just waiting for the rain to ease.”
“It’s not gonna happen. Not for an hour at least.” He ran his hands through his wet hair.
There was something strange about the way she was holding herself. She wouldn’t look at him. Wouldn’t move at all. “Cassie?”
“Yes?”
“What’s wrong?”
