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Luckily, I knew how to fall, going down fast but rolling so that I was once again on my feet before he could finish his booming laugh.
I would’ve flipped him off had he been anyone else but an old man.
“Fuck off,” I muttered under my breath.
Then I started running again.
But only as long as it took me to get to the bike.
Once there, I turned my watch off, then grabbed my water off the seat before chugging it all down.
It was when I was halfway home that the downpour started.
And not just any rain.
Torrential, probably a goddamn hurricane type rain.
It didn’t bother me, though.
The car that hydroplaned nearly taking me out once I was turning onto my street, however, did.
I looked up in time to see the car that I’d seen previously—the one that Saylor said lived in her apartment complex—nearly hitting the ditch.
He was able to correct himself, though, driving off moments later.
I, on the other hand, was breathing so hard from my almost near death that I had to pull to the side of the road for a second to catch it.
“Holy fuck,” I said as I rubbed along my forehead with the palm of my hand.
“Holy fuck!”
Saylor’s loud curse had me turning around in time to see her staring at me in fury.
“Do you want me to go fuck him up?” she asked.
She was standing in the middle of the downpour, in cute as fuck Baby Scooby-Doo scrubs, looking at me like she’d seen a ghost.
I grinned.
She really did look cute, and the only thing I could see her doing once she tracked the guy down was lecturing him to death.
“No,” I called out, jerking my chin to the house. “Let’s go home.”
She went ahead of me when I waved her on, pulling into the second driveway while I chose to go into the first one.
Instead of following her to her place, I decided that it might be best for me to cool off at my own place before going over to hers.
Because if I went to hers, I knew damn well and good that we wouldn’t be talking.
I’d be fucking the hell out of her.
Except, when I got to my carport door, Saylor had different ideas.
When she parked, instead of running into her own place, she came to mine where I was underneath the carport.
I heard the squelching of her wet Crocs as she ran, momentarily making me pause in my attempt to put the key in the door.
“What are you doing?” I asked when she arrived at my side.
