By the time they finished eating and paid their tabs, Hunter was positive Poppy had to be feeling the effects of the alcohol. But she seemed determined to press forward independently.
Together, they made their way to the door of the bar. With all the noise and music inside, they had been blissfully unaware that a spring storm had rolled in. Rain pouring down in buckets was punctuated by jagged flashes of lightning and the percussion of thunder rolling through the valley.
Hed already decided that hed be making sure she got back to her room safely. The storm just clinched the deal. He could barely make out the lighted walkway of the motel through the torrents blowing across the highway in waves.
Beside him, she stared out into the storm. Well, shit!
He rested a hand on the small of her back. Dont worry. Ill take you back to the motel. He took a couple of steps. Stay right here. Ill get the truck. With that, he dashed out into the deluge.