She’d parked her bike along the curb two houses down and had made it halfway there when she stopped under a streetlight.Her heart punched her chest with painful beats.Why did Storm have to be so hardheaded? She’d meant to fit an apology in there somewhere, but things got all jumbled up. She slapped a hand over her forehead.That hadn’t been the way she’d worked things out in her mind on the ride over.Storm was supposed to open the door and tell her he didn’t like seeing her kissing Isak. Then she’d say she hadn’t meant for that to get out of control. She’d only kissed Isak as a thank-you, not the way she kissed Storm.Then Storm would have smiled and forgiven her, saying he knew nothing was going on. He’d always been so understanding. What happened? Why hadn’t he pulled her into his arms and soothed her and fixed everything with one of his unforgettable kisses?That whole yelling part had never been in the script.She fisted her hands and shook them in the air as she walked three steps back and forth.
