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nape of his neck. Several stray hairs had escaped from Dan’s low ponytail giving him an even greater sex appeal than usual as they fell across his left eye. Truly beautiful men who wanted her, and she had to get rid of them. This one could not wait until they unloaded the truck.
     
    “Guys, I am famished. Would you please take my car and run into town for some pizza?” The pair exchanged a worried glance and shrugged. That was easier than she’d expected, but, just to be safe, “Could you go to Sale’s? I could really go for a deep dish and a beer. And if you don’t mind, maybe a quick run to the grocery store for some staples, you know eggs, coffee, the usual.” Hopefully she didn’t overdo it with the sweetness, it sounded fake to her.
     
    “You must have hit your head hard, Storm. “ Shane raised an eyebrow at her, “You are never this nice, almost sounded like a lady for a second.”
     
    Storm flung a pillow at him as the guys scurried out her door. It bounced off the wall and fell to the floor. She waited until the Beetle’s engine started before yanking her most recent journal from her purse. Thumbing through the pages she ran her finger over the words detailing her last vision, the one from two days ago. Somewhat similar but she knew they were different. Storm thought back to the current vision, wrote it moment by moment, and then compared again. Different shirt color, yesterday was green but today was bright pink. She didn’t own a pink shirt, hated pink in fact. Why would she be wearing pink?
     
    Okay, other differences. The warehouse looked different. Yesterday, there were boxes, stacks of boxes in all directions. Today, today it was empty but for an old car, a mustang perhaps, bright red. Her feeling, she felt frightened yesterday, the fear caught in her throat before she came out of it. Today, well, she felt exhilarated. Something excited her; heart racing in a completely different manner, like, well, like she was aroused. Storm didn’t see her death today, didn’t feel the steel piercing her abdomen, didn’t feel the warmth of blood spreading down her legs as she stood looking at the faceless man. She never saw his face, just a body with a misty cloud where a face should have been. Today she felt different warmth rising in her abdomen, sweat beaded up in her palms and a smile spread across her face. She could feel. Storm sucked in her breath at the memory. The man in today’s vision made her feel. This man had raven locks that touched his bare shoulders, and his body, the most smooth, sculpted chest she’d ever seen. And that was saying something given her previous company. His faded blue jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped revealing the waistband of undies that could only be boxer briefs. Wow. Why couldn’t she have more visions like that? She would take the searing head pain if it meant seeing him again.
     
    Storm’s mind drifted, wonder and hope warring within her. A beautiful man, one stunning male specimen like no other she’d ever met - one who made her feel. A tear dribbled out of her eye, down her cheek, and onto the journal page. Storm marveled at it. She’d never cried, not once in her life. This was bad. This was very bad.
     
     
     
    Ryder
     
    Lucian whistled as they pulled into the garage. “Brother, you have done well for yourself. I truly appreciate the digs, my man. You will have to give me pointers. Is that a Maserati?”
     
    Ryder grinned, “Absolutely. Want to take it for a spin? I also have a classic Mustang and a Delorean.”
     
    “I am definitely staying long enough to test drive everything you have collected. More importantly, we are going out on the town tonight, and I am driving.”
     
    Ryder noted the hungry look in Lucian’s eyes as they passed each car. “You know, you could have this as well if you would just settle for a while. It is becoming more common among Immortals, especially with all the modern technology.”
     
    “Beautiful specimens