I grab my car key fob from where I dropped it on the coffee table earlier.
At that exact second, lightning flashes outside the windows and a deluge of rain starts pouring down with a ferocity that matches my mood.
Should I stay, or should I go?
Fuck it. Storm or no storm, I’m out of here.
On my way to Lennox’s house, the skies open up. Sheets of rain pour down with such intensity the wipers can barely keep up.
I slow down, as I really have no choice.
But I don’t stop.
I am going to see Lennox come hell or high water.
“Yeah, we may be getting to that second one real fast,” I murmur with a nervous chuckle.
One thing about Phoenix storms, everything turns into a river. Not only do the washes fill with much-needed water, but some of the streets unfortunately do too.
Luckily, I’m already close to Lennox’s.
I make the final turns, and the next thing I know, I’m in front of his house.
Ugh, I feel nervous.
I would normally pull into his garage, but since he’s not expecting me, he might think I’m some sort of an intruder.
That would not be good.
I’d surprise the crap out of him.
Granted, Iwantto surprise him, just in a positive way.
So, blowing out a breath to calm my mounting nerves, I just put the car in Park and turn it off.
It suddenly hits me—what if Lennox isn’t home?
Then this is all for nothing.
“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” I state out loud.
Only problem now is, I know the second I jump out of my car, I am definitely going to get drenched with rain. I have on a flouncy floral dress and sandals, so it may not be too bad. At least I’m not in heavy jeans or sweats.
Ha!
Who am I kidding?
It’s pouring buckets. Once I make it to the doorstep, which thankfully is under a brick overhang, I’m going to look like hell.
But I don’t even care anymore.
I just need to see my man.
That’s right, I said it.
In my heart, I know now that Lennox will always be my guy.
That makes me feel better.
