Page 153 of Finding Storm

Because if I do, I’ll probably cry.

And I really don’t want to cry anymore.

I reach Main Street and drive down, keeping my eyes peeled for a white BMW.

I locate it not far from the small stretch of industrial space, where I first picked up Storm.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

I can see two guys leaning up against the hood of the car. There’s a guy on a motorbike parked up in front, talking to them.

Probably a passing motorist offering assistance.

I pull the truck up in front of the BMW, turn off the engine, and hop out.

I know I look a mess. Jean shorts. T-shirt that I’m pretty sure has bleach stains on it. Sneakers. My hair tied up in a messy bun. But I’m not here to impress anyone.

I walk toward the car. The guys leaning against the hood straighten up. Both are really good-looking. One has dark brown hair. The other light-brown hair. Both have tattoos showing on their arms.

The guy straddling the bike turns his head to look at me.

Wow.

If I wasn’t currently a mess and heartbroken over Storm, I’d be in a puddle on the floor.

He’s seriously hot. Storm level of hot. But in a different way.

Long dark brown hair, which is tied back off his face. He’s wearing leathers, so I can’t see if he has any tattoos like the other two guys here.

And since when did I become obsessed with tattoos?

Oh, yeah. Since Storm.

“Hey.” I smile. Pushing my hands into the back pockets of my shorts, I rock back on my heels. “I hear you need a tow.”

“Actually, they don’t.”

The voice I hear behind me makes my heart pause. My breath still. My body tremble with nerves.

Storm.

My hands slip from my pockets.

I turn on the spot.

And everything stops. Ceases to exist in this moment.

Because it’s him.

He’s actually here.

And he looks so fucking beautiful that it physically hurts me.

“You’re here …” I breathe, and even I hear the tremor in my voice.

He takes a step closer. “I’m here.”

“W-why?” I want to hope. But I can’t. Because he might leave again, and I don’t think I’d survive him walking away from me a second time.