Page 50 of Finding Storm

Well, he’s definitely smooth. I’ll give him that.

But I’m not going to go gaga over it.

I’m not interested in him.

Sure, you’re not.

Okay, he’s hot. The hottest of the hot. But he’s got player written all over him. And I’m not a one-night kind of girl.

I’m a relationship girl.

My ex was the only guy I’ve ever been with. We’d been together since high school. Hell, I thought I was going to marry the guy. And look how that turned out.

I’m a shitty judge of character when it comes to men.

And I’m really not interested in having my heart broken again, thank you very much.

Once was enough for me.

I’m as single as a Pringle. This girl definitely does not need to mingle.

“So, how long have you been towing cars for?” Nick asks, breaking my thoughts.

“Oh, this isn’t my job. I’m just doing a favor for my dad and brother. It’s their garage. Well, it’s my dad’s. Beck works for him, but it’ll be his one day when Dad retires, I guess.”

“Beck’s your brother?”

“Yep. That’s who you spoke to on the phone when you called for the tow. You got any siblings?” I ask him.

There’s a brief pause. Then, he says, “Three.”

“Three? That’s a lot of people to share a bathroom with.” It was bad enough, having to share a bathroom with Beck, growing up. Still is, considering he won’t move his ass out of the B&B. I can’t imagine having another two of Beck to deal with.

He laughs softly. “I had my own bathroom.”

Of course he did. I knew from the car that he was loaded.

“Well, from thirteen I did.”

“Why at thirteen?” I glance at him again, enough to see him shift in his seat. He suddenly looks uncomfortable.

“I … was, um … I was adopted when I was thirteen. My family … they have … a big house.”

Oh. Wow.

Well, what do I say to that?

“At least you got your own bathroom, right?” I shrug, going for light humor, smiling at him.

He briefly meets my eyes. They don’t look as happy as they did before. “Right.”

After that, the mood in the car seems to lower. Nick doesn’t say anything more. Even my innate urge to want to fill the silence has nothing. So, I’m a little relieved when I pull onto the forecourt of the garage. But, weirdly, I’m also a little disappointed that my time with Nick is over.

His hotness aside, I enjoyed bantering with him. Dude is fun to talk to.

There’s no sign of Beck or Dad, so I press the horn to let them know we’re here. Then, I climb out of the truck. Nick follows suit.

Beck comes sauntering out of the door that leads to the office.