It was power and grace rolled into one. It really was as Zane had said―nature’s rock concert. They had followed the storm sixty or so miles out of Phoenix to Roosevelt Lake. It was on the other side of the Superstition Mountains, roughly in the middle of nowhere. They had pulled off in a turnout by a bridge overlooking the lake, and for the longest time, neither one of them spoke. They just watched the lightning play across the sky while the thunder rolled from one end of the dark expanse to the other. “Where are you from originally?” Sophie asked, finally breaking the silence. As a fan of the band, she should have known that, but she wasn’t the stalker variety. “Los Angeles,” he replied. “But I hate it there. I live in Scottsdale when I’m not on tour.” She blinked rapidly, not having expected that he lived so close to her. “Do you really?” He nodded and glanced over at her. “I love how it’s warm here all year round, and I love the storms. I would have stayed at my condo while I was here, but we only had the one show.
