Gritting my teeth, I cast a glance to the storm outside before quickly slipping into some pants and a sweater.
“And she didn't go home?Did you ask Nerissa?”
I grabbed my keys from the dresser and headed to the front door, phone pressed to my ear.
“She hasn't seen her since this morning.”
Dozens of scenarios ran through my mind, making my heart race out of control.What if there'd been an accident?What if she was out there right now, bleeding out somewhere?What if there was a frayed wire and got electrocuted?What if she crashed just like Lyra did?
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I muttered, shrugging on my coat and grabbing my helmet.
Then toward the door.
“Look, I'm going out to find her.”
“Not on your bike you're not.Are you insane?”
“Well, I'm not just going to sit on my ass and wait for—”
The sentence died on my tongue the second I opened the door and saw her.
Savannah stood drenched from head to toe, her hand raised as if she was seconds away from knocking.Her wide eyes met mine and I watched as relief settled in them.A slow exhale left me as I felt the worry leave my bones and my fingers clenched around the phone.“I have to go.”
I didn’t wait for a response.Just pulled the phone away and ended the call, my grip tightening around it for a second before I slid it into my pocket.
For a beat, I just looked at her, still processing the fact that she was standing right in front of me.She was drenched.Her hair was soaked, clinging to her face and neck, and her clothes were dark from the rain, water still dripping onto my floor like she’d carried the storm in with her.And her eyes shone with relief beneath the tension.
“What are you doing here?”I asked, the edge in my voice sharper than I intended.Clearly, the woman was insane for walking around in the rain for God knew how long.
She flinched and took a small step back before she paused, grounding her feet and lifting her chin.
“I need to talk to you.”
I exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through my hair as I stepped aside and grabbed her wrist—not rough, but firm enough that she didn’t argue as I pulled her inside and kicked the door shut behind her.
“Care to explain just what the hell you were thinking?”I snapped, already reaching for a towel in the closet and wrapping it around her.
“It’s pouring out there, Savannah.”
“Yeah, I noticed that.”
I shot her a glare.
“The driver got the address wrong and my phone died,” she shot back immediately, catching the towel but barely using it.“I had to knock on every single door on this strip to find you.”
“That doesn’t—”
“Just—” she cut me off, raising a hand.Then she pointed to the barstool in the kitchen.“Stop.Sit down and shut up.”
I blinked.
“Excuse me?”
“Sit.”
We held our gazes before I huffed out a quiet, disbelieving laugh.Woman comes into my house and tries to tell me what to do Unbelievable.And I'll have you know, I was only moving because I wanted to—not because it was sexy when she took charge like that or anything.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it.I leaned back against the counter instead, hands gripping the edge behind me—partly to stop myself from doing something stupid like dragging her closer to me and taking off those wet clothes, because she looked—
