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They’d reached the bottom floor. The elevator doors opened and they made their way to the exit. Somehow Travis still managed to look like he’d just stepped off the pages of GQ.

‘I thought those who can’t, can at least talk about it,’ he said. ‘Turns out it’s harder than people like you make it look.’

‘You did fine,’ Summer said in an attempt to be polite.

‘I was terrible,’ he replied. She couldn’t really argue with his self-assessment. She almost felt bad for him … until he opened the door for her and took note of the very dry parking lot, adding, ‘I don’t know, Weather Girl, I think you might be losing your touch.’

Summer couldn’t hold back her grin as the thunder rumbled overhead. She opened her umbrella and stepped outside. The skies let go, raindrops sending tiny dust clouds into the air when they hit the pavement. ‘What was that?’ she asked from under the protection of her big red umbrella. She cupped her ear with her free hand. ‘I can’t hear you over the rain and thunder.’

‘Aren’t you going to offer to walk me to my car?’ he shouted as she backed away from him.

‘I think you might be losing your touch, Ladykiller,’ she said, picking up the pace. ‘Good night!’

It wasn’t as good as spotting a tornado, but watching Travis Lockwood get soaked to the bone as he ran to his fancy black sports car kind of made Summer’s day.