Cloe POV
Poor Storm, he was out of sorts. When he woke up, he took a long shower, and it wasn't until after breakfast that he came out of his funk. Now, we are getting ready to go to the clubhouse and become members. We were both dressed in black jeans and shirts, and Storm was wearing his riding boots. My hair was in a ponytail. We both looked ready to go for a ride, so why not?
"Want to ride over?" I asked Storm as he grabbed the SUV's keys.
"Ride? Thought you wanted to be in your wheelchair?" Storm looked confused and must have forgotten that the wheelchair can go on the back of the trike.
"I do." I shrugged nonchalantly. He was the one stressed out, not me. I don't know why, but I was looking forward to this.
"Then we need the SUV." He stated as if that was the end of the subject
