Page 155 of Finding Storm

“Hi.” I smile, feeling a tad awkward. And then I wave.

Which is even more fucking awkward.

Jesus Christ.

“I can see why you wanted to come back,” Cash says to Storm, a definite mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’d have come back too. So, Stevie”—he turns his attention to me—“you got any sisters?”

“Uh, no. I have a brother.”

“He look like you? I’ve never gone guy, but I’d be willing to try if he’s as hot as you.”

I glance up at Storm, who just looks amused. I bring my eyes back to Cash. “Uh … no. He doesn’t look like me. And you definitely wouldn’t be his type.”

“Fair enough. So, do you have any other relatives? Cousins? Actually, Storm, didn’t you say Stevie has a grandmother?”

“For fuck’s sake,” Levi sighs. “We just got here, Cash. Don’t scare her. You scare her off, and Storm will be in a mood for-fucking-ever. You know what he’s been like this last week without her. Miserable as fuck.”

So, he’s been miserable without me. Good to know.

I slide my hand over Storm’s, linking my fingers with his.

“Don’t worry. I don’t scare easily,” I say. “And you’re all staying here?” I glance back up at Storm when I ask this. “Not that I have a problem with it,” I add.

Storm turns me to face him, keeping hold of my hand. “I’m here for good. The guys have just come with me while we do this album. We’re going to finish writing it here and then record it at a studio either here in town or one close by.”

I smile, my heart warming in my chest. “They came here for you?”

“Yep, we’re awesome like that,” Cash cuts in.

“Yeah”—I nod, taking my eyes off Storm—“I’m getting that.”

So, these are his friends.

The kind of friends who would up and move four hours away from their home for the foreseeable future for him.

That says a lot about them and everything about him.

But then I already knew he was amazing.

And I’m getting that his friends are kind of awesome too.

“So, I’m guessing you all need a place to stay,” I say to Storm. “I know this great B&B.”

He pulls me closer to him, his arms wrapping around my body. “That so?”

I tilt my face up to his. “Yep. Thing is, there are only three rooms free. The rest are currently occupied. So, someone’s going to have to share.”

His brow rises. “And who would that someone be sharing with?”

I shrug, going for nonchalance. “I have a king-size bed.”

“I volunteer as tribute,” Cash calls out from behind.

And I laugh.

“Shut the fuck up,” Storm says to him. “We’re having a moment.” Then, he lowers his mouth to mine and gently brushes his lips over mine. “So … I’m staying with you tonight then.”

“Seems that way,” I hum against his mouth.