Page 56 of Finding Storm

Clearly, he’s not into our music.

And that suits me just fine.

They seem like good people. Normal people.

And her dad is just as funny as fuck. When he said that thing about Stevie’s bed, I nearly swallowed my tongue.

It was like he’d read all the dirty thoughts in my mind that I’d been having about his daughter since I met her not even an hour before.

It feels weird that I’ve only known her an hour.

I feel like I’ve known her way longer.

“Do you need to get anything from your car before we go to the B&B?” Stevie asks me.

“No, I’m good.” I’ve got my cell, wallet, smokes, and sunglasses in my jacket pockets. I’m good to go.

She gives me a curious look. “You don’t have a bag with you?”

Why would I have a bag? I’m not a chick.

“Nope.”

Her head tips to the side, exposing her neck. I have the sudden urge to lick the skin there. Heat flashes in my groin.

A smile tilts the corner of her lips. “I know you’re not keen on wearing clothes.” She gestures a hand to my chest. “But do you always travel without clothes?”

Shit, yeah. When her dad asked if I was on vacation. I said, “Something like that,” basically giving the impression that I was. And when people go on vacation, they take clothes with them.

I stare at her, unsure of what to say.

I’ve said enough already. Telling her I was adopted. What the fuck was I thinking? I lied about my name, but I tell her private details about my life? Well, not that I have any privacy in my life. But if I don’t want her to know who I am, I need to stop flapping my lips.

“It was an … unplanned trip.” That’s the best I can come up with.

Her smile goes wider. Her eyes beaming.

God, she’s fucking pretty.

“They’re usually the best kinds of trips. I loves me an impromptu trip. Well, unless I’m stuck in a car, listening to shitty music. Then, it’s not so fun. So, your trip must have sucked big time. Sorry about that.”

The smile becomes a grin, and I laugh.

“I’ll have you know, my taste in music is fucking awesome.”

“Sure it is, Mr. I Don’t Like Fun Music. Well, we can’t have you walking around naked, so you can borrow one of Beck’s shirts if you want until you get some clothes. Stop you from scaring the locals with your naked skin.”

“Scaring?” I chuckle, falling into step with her as she starts to walk toward the way we came in, exiting the garage forecourt. I pull my sunglasses from my pocket and slip them on. It’s not exceptionally sunny today, but they help conceal my face a little. Help stop me from being recognized.

“Uh-huh,” she answers.

“You not used to nudity in these parts?”

“Nudity, yes. Abs, no. Well, except for my brother, but he doesn’t count because gross.” She shudders, and I laugh.

“So … abs, huh?”

“Oh, come on! You know you’ve got abs. Eight of them at my last count.”