Page 3 of Finding You

And sadly, that was the only thing she had eaten today.

“Great, I’ll probably starve to death before anyone finds me…” Looking up at the sky again–no easy feat with the intensity of the rain coming down–and this time, her scream was more of a whimper. “Can you please just give me a damn break? I don’t get why I’m the one being punished! I’m a good person, dammit! I’m the wronged party here, or weren’t you paying attention?”

A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky and hit close enough that MacKenzie screeched in terror. She raised her hands up in surrender as the rain came down in earnest. Her heart beat madly even as she felt all of the fight slowly drain out of her. Her chin dropped to her chest as she sighed. “Fine. No need to come at me with your wrath…”

She was so lost in her own misery that she failed to notice the approaching headlights. Slamming the car hood down, she left her hands on it and felt her tears mixing with the rain. What was the point of holding it all in? She was so tired; bone-weary tired. She’d been driving aimlessly for days and all she wanted right now was to be dry and have a warm bed with a soft pillow–preferably in a hotel that wasn’t a dive and maybe had room service–and about twenty-four hours of sleep.

Somehow, she doubted that was ever going to happen.

And that just made her cry harder. Her entire body hurt, and there didn’t seem to be any hope. There was no one here to witness her breakdown and she was probably going to have to spend the night in her car to wait out the storm–and it wouldn’t be warm or soft.

Basically, there was no rush to get back in the car.

She was already soaked.

And if she got in the car, it was going to be soaked too.

“I’m so not living the dream…”

If anything, this was like a nightmare, and she seriously wished it was one she could wake up from. Not that she wished she was back with Kevin–that relationship really ended a while ago, but they were both too lazy to pull the plug–but more than anything, she wished she could wake up and just have a better life.

It didn’t even have to be a great one, just one that was better than this.

Slowly, her body folded over the hood of the car as she lost all hope and continued to cry.

Devin had heard of people seeing mirages. But that sort of thing only happened after you’d been wandering in the dessert for days without food and water, right?

Virginia was dry but certainly not desert-like and he’d been eating and drinking consistently since he’d gotten on the road earlier. So…realistically, there was no good reason he was seeing what appeared to be a woman draped over the hood of a classic Mustang convertible.

The hood was closed, but why in the world would a woman choose to lie on top of the car in the middle of a storm?

“Someday my curiosity is going to get me in trouble,” he murmured as he did a quick U-turn and pulled over to the side–so the nose of the truck was facing the nose of the Mustang.

For a moment, he was struck speechless.

Yes, it was definitely a woman draped over the car and, from the view he had, she had a spectacular ass.

“Maybe thisisa mirage.”

He’d been putting so much time into building his business that his social life–well…dating life–had pretty much been non-existent for quite a while. Was it possible this was all just his mind playing tricks on him? After all, a sexy womananda classic car? It defied logic.

Still…

Slowly, he opened the truck door and stood on the running board. She may have an incredible ass, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t crazy or something. “Um…excuse me?” he called out.

She didn’t move.

Panic washed over him at the thought of her being in that position because she was hurt. Had something happened to her and someone just left her there like that? Jumping down, he quickly ran over to her. “Ma’am? Are you all right?” he asked, his voice a little shaky, and his hand trembled slightly as it reached out to touch her.

Only…he didn’t. He was too afraid of startling her or finding out she was seriously injured.

As if coming out of a daze, her head turned toward his and the greenest eyes he had ever seen stared back at him. Her hair was plastered to her head and her makeup was a little runny and Devin had to wonder if his conclusion of her being hurt wasn’t accurate.

“Ma’am?” he asked again, softer this time.

She straightened, and all the blood in Devin’s head rushed south. She was petite–possibly only 5’2 or 5’3. Her white t-shirt was practically transparent and she was beyond curvy. She pushed her hair away from her face and frowned at him.

“Could you quit calling me that?” she snapped.

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