Page 46 of Finding Storm

The tension in his face has gone. His lips have actually quirked into a smile.

Mood swing much?

“Yeah, I’ve heard of her.”

“Thank God. I was gonna have to push you out of my truck if you hadn’t.”

He laughs at that.

“So, do you have a surname, Nick? Or are you one of those special people who only has one name? Like Cher. Or Madonna.”

He chuckles again. “Slater.”

“Nick Slater,” I repeat. “Well, it’s cool to meet you, Nick Slater.”

I reach my hand over. He takes it and shakes it.

And I totally do not get any strange tingles in my hand at touching him.

Okay, I do.

What’s that all about?

I pull back and wrap my hand around the steering wheel.

“So, did you lose your shirt?” Or did someone rip it off your hot body? I thumb at his bare chest. The one I’ve been desperately trying—and failing—not to stare at since I laid eyes on him. “Or do you just have something against shirts as a whole?”

There’s a pause. I quickly look at him again. He’s watching me again. This time, there’s a smile in his eyes.

“I spilled coffee on it.”

“Ah, well, that’s gonna do it. I’d probably take my shirt off if I spilled coffee on it as well. To be fair, I’d also probably get charged with indecent exposure. You guys have it way too easy.”

I hear a chuckle from his side of the truck. I honestly don’t know if he’s laughing at me or with me.

Probably at me.

Can’t blame him. I do talk shit ninety-nine percent of the time.

We lull into silence.

I’m usually great with silences, but something about this guy has me sitting on all kinds of edges. I feel nervous. And not in the scared way.

More in the exhilarated, I want to rip his clothes off way.

Which is not good.

And causes verbal diarrhea to continue to pour from my mouth.

“Okay, so I know you don’t like The B-52s or Whitney. Do you like Pat Benatar?”

Pat is queen. I love her like no other.

His remaining hotness points exist on his answer.

“In the biblical sense?”

I snort out a laugh. “She was definitely a total babe in her day.” I nod. “But I did mean, musically.”