Page 49 of Finding Storm

Oh.

Well, I guess that’s a kinder version of weird. But still weird.

“In high school, I was voted Most Likely to Do Weird Things in Public.”

Beck got voted Most Likely to Always Be the Heartbreaker in his year. My brother’s a pain in the ass. But he’s a good-looking pain, and he knows it.

Penny got voted Most Likely to Go to a Justin Bieber Concert.

And they weren’t wrong. And she made me go too.

As concerts go, it wasn’t the worst. But Bieber’s no Rick Astley.

Nick chuckles a low, sexy sound. “I was voted Most Likely to Have Sex in Public.”

I nearly swallow my tongue. I have nothing. For once, literally nothing.

I cough.

Then, I clear my throat.

“Well … if you’re gonna go around shirtless all the time, people are gonna get that impression,” I finally manage to say with a shrug.

He grins.

It’s panty-melting.

“I don’t go shirtless all the time. Only when I know I’m about to meet a cute girl.”

I slide a glance at him. Then, I roll my eyes. “Oh, very smooth.”

“I do try.”

We lull into a silence.

Then, he speaks, “If I’d have voted for you in high school, I would have voted you Most Intriguing.”

Intriguing?

My eyes zipline to his. He’s watching me with that thing in his eyes I saw earlier. It looks like interest. Yep, it’s definitely interest. I momentarily freeze in his blue gaze. Well, I freeze as long as one can when driving a truck.

I force my eyes back to the road. Ignoring the thrum in my chest. I lick my dry lips. “Intriguing? Didn’t you say a minute ago that I was weird?”

“No.” He sounds affronted. “I said you were different.”

A pause.

Then …

“Different … and intriguing.”

“Different … and intriguing.”

What the heck is that supposed to mean?

I guess it’s a compliment, right?

That he finds me intriguing.