Page 113 of Finding Storm

“Yep. I want to introduce you to the other woman in my life. Show you your competition.”

She laughs, pressing her hands against my chest, leaning back to stare into my eyes. “Dude, there is no competition. I’m awesome.” She shrugs, smiling.

“Yeah, you are.” I pull her back in and plant one more kiss on her lips.

Then, taking her hand, I lead her around to the passenger seat. I open the door, and she gets inside. Once she’s in, I close the door behind her and round the car to the driver’s side and climb in.

Stevie’s already got her seat belt on, ready to go.

I pull mine on and start my baby up.

She purrs to life.

It’s like fingers sliding over my skin. Feels almost as good as when Stevie touches me.

“Where are we going?” she asks as I reverse off the driveway.

“Where do you want to go?”

She shrugs. “Don’t care. As long as I’m with you.”

I smile at her. Pick her hand up and kiss it. I don’t let go. I keep her hand in mine, resting it on my thigh.

I head toward the 95, so I can take her out on the highway and open her up.

The sun is setting, giving the sky a reddish glow. My window is down. The radio is playing. The girl I’m crazy about is sitting beside me.

Life doesn’t get any better than this.

“Who sings this song?” Stevie asks about what’s currently playing on the radio.

It’s the acoustic version of “I Don’t Care.”

“Ed Sheeran.”

“Who’s he?”

I chuckle. “Singer from England. Good guy.”

“You know him?”

“Met him a couple of times.”

“And what’s this song called?”

“ ‘I Don’t Care.’ ” I glance across at her, momentarily taking my eyes off the road. Her brow has furrowed. I laugh. “That’s the name of the song, not that I don’t care.” Because I care about you. A fuck of a lot. “Why?”

“No reason.”

“Stevie …”

“Yep?”

“You like it, don’t you?”

Her lips purse, her eyes narrowing. “I never said that.”

I laugh again. “You didn’t say you didn’t either. Holy shit, Stevie … you like it. You like a song that’s not from the eighties. I don’t know whether to high-five Ed Sheeran or be offended that you like his music and not mine.”