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“I don’t know. He showed up the day of your photo shoot, asking for you.”

Is that how Storm found out where I was? “Did you tell him where to find me?”

“No way in hell, girlfriend,” she says, shaking her head. “I’ve watched way too many Criminal Minds episodes to fall for that shit. Come see me in a few,” she calls as she walks off.

I nod and rush off to my office, ready to lose myself in work so I don’t have to think about what the hell happened this morning. Carly is ducking into her office as I walk by, and she waves at me. I force a smile to my face and wave but she spins around and starts following me.

“I know that look. Spill,” she says as I sink into my chair, and I sigh. I bury my face in my hands and shake my head.

“I honestly don’t even know.”

“Don’t know what?”

I peek up at her and she sits down in one of the chairs across from me. “Storm.”

“What about him?” she asks, looking concerned, and I lift my head, letting my arms fall to the desk.

“I have no idea what’s going on with him. One minute he’s all over me, and the next he’s backing away. I was already scared to even try again after everything with Adam, and now this is just making it worse.”

“Have you tried talking to him about it?”

“No, we never talk about stuff like that. I mean, I can tell you his favorite color or stories from when he was a kid but I have no idea what he wants from me. Like, this morning, he showed up with breakfast, and he was being so sweet then he just shut down and walked out.”

A worried expression crosses her face, and she leans back, folding her arms over her chest. “Maybe you should just back off.”

“I don’t know, Carly. I’ve never felt a connection like this to someone.”

“Is it worth all this though?”

I look up at the clock and sigh, standing to go over to Mercedes’s office. “I guess that’s what I have to figure out. Mercedes wants to see me so we’ll talk more later.”

She nods and stands, giving me a quick hug. “Sure. Come find me later.”

After I agree, she leaves, and I walk over to Mercedes’s office, pushing all the stuff with Storm down so I can focus on work. Sucking in a breath, I stand up straighter and knock on Mercedes’s door. She glances up and smiles.

“Come in. I’ve got so much to show you.”

As I step into her office and sit across from her, she spins in her chair and grabs a few things from the table behind her before laying them in front of me. They are the photos from the shoot, and even I have to admit they look incredible.

“Wow,” I mutter, spreading them out across the desk so I can look at all of them.

“Right? They’re incredible. I don’t know who you were channeling there but it’s perfect. You look sexy and alluring but approachable. Every girl in this city will want to be you and the guys will want to be with you.”

I laugh and push them away. “Well, I’m not sure if that was the point of the shoot.”

“Oh, but it was. We’ve gotten so many letters since these went live yesterday morning. Everyone wants to hear your advice, and I’d bet good money that after the radio show yesterday, we’ll get even more today. I might have to get another intern just to handle it all.”

I laugh again and shake my head. “I’m glad you’re happy with it.”

She stops and scowls as she studies me. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just personal stuff.”

“Is it a guy?”

I laugh. “What makes you think it’s a guy?”

“Oh, Honey, it’s always a guy,” she says, waving her hand through the air as she turns back to look at her computer. I laugh again, feeling better already.