Ten minutes later Nancy wanted to stop. Storm chasing was definitely a top contender for most interesting activity of the year, but taking pictures of clouds that weren't even moving? Not so much. As she fiddled with her camera she found herself glancing over at Scott, watching him take his own pictures and occasionally check meteorological readings.

Bess was right, he was cute. In a scruffy, hardened sort of way. She could imagine girls lining up for his classes a few years ago just to look at him while he spoke. He looked up then and their eyes met.

"What?"