The fresh air hit me like a ton of bricks as I stepped out into the street. The air came with the realisation that I was about to visit her grave and I would have to do it completely alone.

My black and white patterned summer dress flew a little in the wind as I turned to head towards my car.

I took three steps down the sidewalk before I realised who was stood there.

The well-built giant leant against his black truck as he waited for me to near him.

Stone eyed me with the same expression I imagined Lana had on her face last night as she called me. It was concern. I could tell from the way his jaw was ticking in a steady rhythm.

Taking another small quick step towards him, I motioned at our surroundings with the blooming buds in my hand "What are you doing here?"

His head tilted slightly as his dark eyebrow arched. His expression gave away that he thought what I was saying was a rhetorical question and it did not require an explanation from him.

The leather jacket was nowhere to be seen. The hot weather meant that Stone was wearing a short-sleeved black shirt that showed off his muscled tattoo arms.

I made the point of asking again "What are you doing here?"

"I am here for you."

"This is not Ferris Bueller's Day Off." I tried to add humour to the conversation before I informed him "I am visiting my mom's grave."

The obsidians eyes softened, and he even tried to lessen the deepness of his voice as he spoke "I know."

"How?" I asked, shocked.

"Lana was telling Brennan last night about how she was worried about you." He explained before adding "For once I was grateful for them speaking so fucking loud."

"That still does not answer my question." I pointed out as straightened out the skirt part of my dress "What are you doing here, Stone?"

He opened the door to the passenger side of the truck as he kept his attention on me "I thought you might need someone."

The words were enough to put a small smile on my face. I could feel the side of my lip tug up at the fact that he was worried enough to drive here and offer me a ride.

I walked the remainder of the space between myself and him. Before I could get into his truck, he stopped me by offering his hand out.

"I am not that small." I mentioned but I took his hand anyway and let him help me up onto the seat.

My skin felt a surge of electricity before he let go of my hand and rounded the car so he could join me inside.

Staring at the side of his head, I shyly let out "Thank you."

He pulled out of the parking space and quickly glanced at me before reversing "What for?"