cut it short. “No, but my brother plays hockey. He was recruited for a team at the University of Notre Dame." “Oh.” He sounded unconvinced but Dani was glad that at least, in that, there was no lie. Another good thing was that Mr. Sports seemed to be out of his element where hockey was concerned. Good. He shouldn’t have any questions to ask her about that. Now hopefully he’d just be quiet and let her drive. “So which teams are you rooting for in hockey?” Dani groaned. Now why did he have to go and ask a question like that? What did she know about hockey outside of the little she’d picked up from Brian? She began to pull at straws. “The one Wayne Gretzky’s on.” “The one Wayne…hey, isn’t he retired?” Okay, so wrong answer. Time to change the subject, “Nice weather tonight, isn’t it? A starry night, too.” “Huh?” Now Storm sounded really confused. Dani sighed. She wasn’t doing such a good job with the male disguise thing. What guy talked about the stars at night? It wasn't exactly the most manly topic of conversation. Thereafter she clamped her mouth shut and, thank God, so did he. When they finally pulled into the driveway of Storm’s palatial home Dani gave a sigh of relief. Freedom at last. She pulled up in front of the mansion and hurried around to get the door. And just like last time his nearness threw her off. As Storm climbed out of the car he stepped very close to her, so close she wondered if it was deliberate. His invasion of her space made her take an involuntary step backward. She glanced up and, as tall as she was, he stood a good five or six inches taller. And he was staring down at her. “How old are you, kid?” “Twenty-two.” The question came at her so suddenly she could only blurt out the truth. “You?” he said with a laugh. “You don’t look a day past seventeen. I bet you’re still in high school.” She glared up at him. “I am twenty-two and I already finished college. I’m a preschool teacher.” Storm chuckled. “Tell that to your face. It’s got a lot of growing up to do. My God, not even fuzz on your chin. You’re as smooth as a baby’s behind." That made her step back some more. He was seeing too much. In a minute he’d figure out she wasn’t who she seemed. He was looking at her quizzically now and even though she’d deliberately stepped into the partial shadow his stare was beginning to unnerve her. “It’s weird but there’s just something about you…” he began but his voice trailed off. Then he shook his head. “Nah, it’s nothing. I must be seeing things.” He turned and with the swagger of an uber-confident male he strode away. “Tell Tony I’ll need you again next weekend. See you around, kid.” He didn’t wait for a response. He took the steps two at a time and then he unlocked the door and was gone, leaving Dani standing there staring after him. For a moment she just stood there contemplating what he’d just said. Finally, she closed the limo door and walked back around to the driver’s seat. As she buckled up then started the engine she shook her head slowly. She didn’t know if seeing him again was such a good idea. All of a sudden the thought made her apprehensive. She was looking forward to it just a little bit too much…and that was really scary. ******
“Time for you to settle down, my boy. You’re not getting any younger.” Edgar Hunter leaned back in his chair and stared up at his oldest child. Storm scowled down at his father and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. “Dad, I’m twenty-seven years old. It’s not like I’m over the hill. There’s plenty of time for that.” The older man nodded. “Yes, you're young but with my heart condition I could check out at anytime. I want to see even one grandkid before I go.” Storm flopped down into the chair