Free After the Rain (The Twisted Fate Series Book 1) by Unknown Page B

been embarrassed about the nudey thing. Despite the awkwardness, she had to admit – he looked good . Better than good. His chest was broad and his stomach was chiseled and lined and rippled in all the places that Stormy had never thought she would find attractive. Muscles and ripped gym physiques had never been her thing, but when she’d gazed upon those two distinctive lines that had run in a ‘V’ all the way down to his…. Well, well, well, her mind had been changed. So why had it not happened, when she’d found him so damn hot?
    When they were trying not to jump each other, they couldn’t control themselves. And when they were trying for mutual jumping, they chickened out. This was strange – to say the least. She felt Marcus sit down next to her and could sense he was thinking the same thing.
    “Maybe we’re over it?” he offered quietly.
    Stormy nodded. “Yeah, maybe we are.”
    “Well that’s good news, isn’t it?”
    “I guess it is.” Stormy turned towards him, and his dark eyes met hers.
    “We need to change into dry clothes or we’ll get sick. Why don’t you go shower first and get into some more dry stripper clothes?”
    Stormy smiled at him. Strange turn of events this was, wasn’t it. Their stars were well and truly crossed and confused and tied in crazy knots.
    The warm water felt amazing as it rushed over her freezing cold, muddy body. She thought about Marcus sitting there in the other room alone, naked just a few minutes ago. What was this thing between them? It was volatile and clearly dangerous, since it had gotten them kicked out of a hotel and caught in a storm. But perhaps Marcus was right; maybe the sexual tension had finally fizzled out. Maybe the incident in the elevator had beaten it out of them.
    Yes, that was probably it!
    They were no longer sexually attracted to each other. Stormy breathed an enormous sigh of relief and hummed happily.

    Marcus was relieved that they were finally over it.
    It had gotten them kicked out of a hotel and into a deadly storm. Imagine what could have happened if they hadn’t found this motel? Mind you, finding it may yet result in catching some dreaded disease, from the look of that bed.
    That bed!
    Another issue.
    One bed.
    Two people and nothing but a dirty carpet to sleep on.
    He looked up as he heard a happy humming coming from the shower. He couldn’t help but smile to himself. Stormy was definitely one of a kind. She was herself, all the time. Uncompromising. Genuine. No pretenses. She was just Stormy .
    In a way, he envied that quality. If he said some of the things that he felt half the time, he’d probably be fired on the spot. Or if he came to work in some of the moods he’d been in recently – definitely fired. Especially since the break-up. Emily hadn’t made it easy; she’d been calling him constantly and had him on one of those guilt trips that women were so good at.
    “Your turn!” Stormy said cheerfully, coming into the room wearing a towel.
    Marcus jumped up fast – he’d never wanted a shower so badly.
    The cascade of hot water was exactly what he needed, and he emerged from the tiny shower cubicle feeling like a new man. They had been traveling for almost twelve hours now, and it had been an exhausting day.
    He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked into the room, where he was almost knocked off his feet. Stormy was wearing his shirt. That part he didn’t mind; but what he did mind was that she looked so damn hot in it. It was way too big and hung off her like a tent. This just made her look even more petite. There was something so intimate about wearing his shirt, like she’d stayed the night and they’d had sex, and she’d woken up and slipped it on.
    “Hey,” she swung around. “Sorry, do you mind?” she asked a little sheepishly, gesturing down at the oversized rugby top.
    Marcus shook his head. “Not at all.” He noticed that the green rugby jersey made the color of her eyes even more