It doesn’t rain much in Vegas. If it did, the casinos and hotels wouldn’t be competing to build the biggest, most showy water fountains to flaunt how much better they are than their rivals.

But when it does rain, it’s a spectacular thunderstorm.

For a desert city, Las Vegas has had a lot of flash floods. Without adequate drainage, when it gets really bad, there’s nowhere for the water to go but onto the streets and into buses, cars, and homes.

It was time for the storm of the year when I was waiting for Aiden at the diner ten years ago. I had a tall glass of pink strawberry smoothie on the table. As I drank the sweet beverage, I watched the drops of rain tapping on the glass window beside me. Every time someone came into the diner, a bell rang and I sat bolt upright to watch the doorway.

I kept expecting to see a tall, lanky boy. His hair was probably wet, and his clothes, too. I wondered if he was wearing his favorite flannel shirt. I imagined the tiniest detail about him, down to the fat beads of rain clinging to his dark hair before falling to the tiled floor. I imagined it like I could wish him into existence.

But no matter how hard I tried, he never materialized. Not even after the diner closed and I stood just outside the door, taking shelter from the rain under the small roof overhang.

Instead, my dad showed up a few minutes past midnight and dragged me home, giving me a lecture in the car as the rain kept falling outside.

One of those millions of raindrops could land on Aiden’s shoulders, I thought in the car. Why am I not out there, looking for Aiden with the rain?

I cried and wailed, but my dad wouldn’t let me out of the car. All I wanted was to see my beloved, but he was nowhere to be seen.

And now, when I least expect it…

He’s here.

This may not be the diner, but he looks ridiculously similar to how I imagined him to look like, all those years ago at our secret meeting point.

His hair, usually darker than the light-polluted night sky in the city, is now darkened even more intensely by water. His clothes—a flannel shirt and a pair of jeans—are obviously wet and heavy. His blue eyes are unsettled.

“She doesn’t want to see you,” Hannah says as she holds the maroon front door half-open.

“She doesn’t want to, or she can’t?” Aiden asks.

God. That voice.

After what must’ve been hours, I finally calmed down enough to watch a stupid chick flick with Hannah and even went with her to pick Marcus up from school. I was finally starting to think clearly. I was slowly realizing that I was doing the right thing by leaving Aiden.

But now that he’s here, soaking wet and getting wetter by the second, it's getting harder and harder to hold myself together. I can feel pieces of myself separating, falling apart.

Grief rises up into my throat, washes over my eyes, and escape as tears. I hold some tissue up to my nose. When my breath catches, I can almost see Aiden’s ears prick up.

His gaze darts all over the place until he finds me, standing a few feet in behind Hannah. His eyes fill with relief. “Aubrey,” he calls out. “Can we talk?”

Hannah twists to look at me over her shoulder. Shielding herself from Aiden with the door, she whispers, “I thought you were just going to wait in the living room?”

Tears stream down my face. “I can’t, Hannah.” My mouth feels stiff, like there’s super glue keeping my jaws together.

“Aubrey, can we please talk?” Aiden repeats. “I don’t know what the problem is, but I know you don’t actually want to leave me. I saw you. You’ve been as miserable as I’ve been.”

Hannah sizes me up with her eyes and shrugs. “He has a point.”

Maybe I should reconsider my habit of wearing black when I’m upset. It makes me too transparent.

“Yeah, I’ll talk to him,” I say softly to Hannah.

My sister gives me an encouraging smile before she goes back inside to help Marcus with his homework.

“Aubrey,” Aiden calls out from behind the door as it idly swings.

Aiden pushes the door open and peers inside. He takes one look at me and rushes in, sweeping me up like a force of nature. It’s like he’s brought the storm inside with him. Rain squeezes out of his clothes and seeps into mine as he holds me in his arms, my feet dangling a few inches from the floor.

And just like that, I let him back in. Not just into Hannah's house, but everywhere. The heat of his body and the wetness of his clothes penetrate my skin and brand me with his scent.

“I thought I’d lost you again, princess,” Aiden says as he tightens his embrace. When he puts me back down to stand on my own feet, he cups my face with his hands.

Instinctively, I close my eyes. I think he’s about to kiss me, and God, I want to kiss him, too. But I have to be strong. I need to make Aiden understand that he can’t be here. If Dad decides to drop by right now, and he chances upon us kissing, I can’t even begin to imagine how he’d react.

“You need to go,” I beg. I’m surprised by how desperate my voice sounds.

“I’m not going to,” Aiden says quickly. “I’m not going to leave you ever.”

“You don’t understand,” I plead. “Please, Aiden, you can’t be seen here.”

“People keep telling me I don’t understand, and I don’t know why. I have a good idea of what’s going on, but I don’t care. I want you, princess” he says.

“You don’t know what happened.”

“It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out,” Aiden says. “Let me guess. Dinner didn’t go too well last night and your parents dragged you back here?”

I nod.

“They probably told you to leave me, or they’d collect on a certain old debt,” he says, leveling his piercing gaze at me.

I nod again.

“I guess your dad still hates me, huh?” Aiden asks.

“Sorry,” I say in a small voice.

“What for? It’s not your fault.” Aiden runs his fingers through his hair, slicking the wet strands back. “Princess, why do you look so worried? So your dad wants his money back. Who cares?”

I snap my gaze at him. What does he mean “who cares”? We’re talking about a lot of money here.

“Listen,” he says, “this is probably not something to be proud of, but my mom and I, we have nothing. If your dad really pursues this, we’ll declare bankruptcy—or maybe only she’ll have to, because her name’s the one on that IOU, presumably.”

“And that’s . . . okay?” I ask, confused.

“My plan has always been to make enough money so my mom won’t have to work so hard anymore. I’ll take care of her the way she’s always taken care of me. But princess, any financial hit we take will only be temporary. What we have . . . that’s forever.”

I look deep into Aiden’s eyes, searching for the truth. Does he mean that?

“Think about it this way,” he says. “Your dad’s money bought us time. If we didn't pay my dad’s loan sharks, we would've been on the hook for that. But because we already paid them with your dad’s money, they left us alone. We’ve had years of relative peace.

“I love you, princess. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he says. “I’ve wasted ten miserable years without you, and now I want you to be by my side for the rest of my days . . . if you’ll have me.”

“But Aiden… are you sure that’s okay?”

Bankruptcy sounds like such a scary word. I’ve heard stories of people committing suicide after bankruptcy, and I can’t wrap my head around the idea that it could be an acceptable option.

“I’ll go through anything to be with you. But I don’t know if you’ll still want me after that. If that’s the path we choose, maybe we shouldn’t get married or even live together. I don’t know. I’ll have to talk to a finance person about this. I don’t want my wrecked finances to affect you.

“I’ve been trying to come up with a plan on my way here, and that’s as far as I’ve gotten. I’ll work out the details later. All that matters is I have you. I don’t care what happens to me, as long as I have you.”

I study his features. He seems serious.

I had trouble trusting him after that rainy night when I ran away from home ten years ago, and he didn’t show up to meet me.

But now that I know the truth about what actually happened, I can’t continue blaming him. It wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t even in Nevada. He had no idea I was waiting for him.

Still, there’s a small seed of doubt inside me…

“Aiden, there’s something else you should know,” I say, my heart hammering inside me. My body is shaking, and I don’t know if it’s because my clothes are wet, or because I’m terrified of Aiden turning back and running away after hearing what I have to say.

“Tell me,” Aiden says. “And stop looking so worried. I may not have money, but I’m resourceful, princess. With everything I’ve got, I’ll fix this for you.”

I wish he wouldn’t speak so soon. Everything he’s said so far sounds so good, and I don’t want him to take any of it back.

But I’m terrified that he will. And then I’ll end up lying in my bed every night, replaying all the sweet words he said while I cry myself to sleep.

Last time circumstances tore us apart, it took me a couple of years to fully function again, to be able to see color in the world again, to finally laugh again. If he has to leave me for the second time, after I’ve grown attached to the idea of sharing my whole life with him, I’m not sure I can survive that and still remain the same person.

I tried to date other people the first time we parted, but if it happens again, I don’t think I’ll even bother. I can’t love anyone else—not the way I love Aiden. After knowing how good love can be with him, I won’t settle for anything less.

If I can’t be with Aiden, I’ll be alone my whole life.

My dad’s wrong. No matter how long or how hard he tries, he won’t get me to marry any one of the rich guys he introduces to me. If anything, I’m more determined than ever to dismiss those guys.

“What is it, princess? What’s gotten you so worried?” Aiden asks softly, his gaze tender.

I swallow my nerves. I have to tell him, even if it means he’ll leave me, never to return again.

I can’t be selfish and hide something this big from him. I’d be just like my dad if I did that. Besides, he’ll probably find out once Dad hears news of us getting back together and does his best to get Aiden fired.

“My dad . . .” I pause. It’s so hard to get the words out.

I’m not used to talking to people about my family problems. I’ve always been taught by my parents that what happens in our home, stays in our home. It’s a screwed-up version of our city’s slogan.

I fight back against decades of conditioning and get it all out in one breath. “If my dad finds out about us . . . I mean when he finds out about us, he’ll talk to Dr. Harris and persuade him to fire you.”

Aiden’s lips tighten, but he doesn’t seem surprised. “I thought he might do something like that.” When he notices my bewildered facial expression, he adds, “I know your dad has a lot of influence. He’s capable of doing that, and I know from experience that he doesn’t hesitate to use all the weapons in his arsenal when he really wants to win.

“I’ve thought about this, believe it or not,” Aiden says with a big smile on his handsome face. “Listen, I’ve never had much money, and I’ve always survived fine. I’ve never needed money to be happy. Hell, I don’t have much money now, and I’m happy, just because I’ve found you again, and God, the way you’re looking at me right now . . . That makes all those threats seem so unimportant.

“I’ve always been a pretty happy guy, even without money. When you're around, I’m happier than I've ever been. When you're gone, I’m more miserable than I’ve ever been.

“Princess, you're all that matters to me. I don't care about money.”

“What about your career?” I ask. Seeing as he’s spent a lot of money on his education and he's about to get hit with a huge bill from my dad, I don't know how he's fine with everything.

“I don't have to practice medicine, princess. Do you know how much demand there is for med school graduates in the corporate world? They need people like me to evaluate insurance claims, translate medical jargon, provide medical advice . . . That's always been my backup plan should I not get an internship position.

“Princess, I’m telling you, you don't have to worry about me. I hate to say this, but the way you're ‘protecting’ me against my will?” Aiden draws quotes in the air with his fingers. “You're acting like your dad.”

I gasp.

“That's right. I said it,” Aiden teases me.

I can't help but see his point. I guess my dad and I aren't too different after all. “Don't ever say that anymore.”

“You seem so much more relaxed now.” Aiden smiles.

“Yeah. You always know exactly what to say.”

“Then listen closely.” Aiden gazes deep into my soul. “As long as you're in my life, I can be happy. I don't need anything else. So I don't care what your dad threatens to do to me. We belong together, and you know it. Why else did we keep meeting each other by chance?” Aiden blurs in my vision as tears spring forth. “We're meant to be together.”

“You think so?” My voice is tiny and uncertain.

“Yeah. I’ll bet even if we part ways now, we’ll find our way back to each other again. We’re like magnets, princess. We’ll always find our way back to each other.”

The corners of my lips tug up slightly.

“There's that smile,” Aiden says, watching my face intensely.

I close my eyes as he leans in and presses his lips against my smile.

He tastes like rain. And he feels like rain, washing away everything—all my doubts and fears. This is a new beginning.

For the first time, I’m hopeful about us. For the first time, it seems possible for our relationship to work in the long term.

“Don’t worry. Okay, princess?” Aiden says breathlessly as he pulls away from the kiss. “I’ll make sure everything’s fine. I’m like a cockroach. I survive. It’s what I do.”

“What about your mom?” I ask.

“We’re family. She’s like a cockroach too. She’ll survive. Besides, she agreed to that deal, too. She’s not innocent, princess.”

My chest tightens. This is bittersweet.

I’m happy beyond belief about Aiden finding me and showing me just how much he’s willing to go through for me. At the same time, I don't like having to make war with our own families just to stay together.

I look into Aiden’s resolute eyes, trying to borrow some of his strength.

“I know, princess,” Aiden says as he strokes my hair. “They’ll understand someday. Don’t worry. We’re not doing anything wrong. If we just keep resisting, I’m sure, eventually, they’ll see what a crazy circus they’ve turned this into . . . right?”

Did he just get inside my head and read my thoughts?

“I hope so,” I say.

“So for now, all we have to do is enjoy our time as much as we can, and save our strength for the next storm, when your dad finds out about me being here.”

“Ugh, I’m so not looking forward to that.”

“Me neither.” Aiden pauses. A smirk plays on his lips. “You think it’ll be harder for him to find you if you’re staying with me in my hotel room?”

“You have a hotel room?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure you were here.”

“So you flew here on a hunch?”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Aiden shrugs. “I’d do anything for you, princess. I told you. I love you.”

When the only man who’s ever reigned in my heart says something like that, there’s only one way for me to respond. “I love you, too.”

Maybe I’ve been a spoiled brat my whole life. I can’t imagine a good life without money. But Aiden’s right. There’s more to life than finances. Dad can do his worst, but we’re young; we’ll rebuild. If Dad goes after Aiden, he’s going after me, too, because his problems are my problems too.

“So . . . come to my hotel room?” Aiden asks in a low, inviting voice. “I have a big bathtub that can fit the two of us, and room service.”

I giggle. I feel like a schoolgirl who’s about to skip my class. My dad wants me to stay at Hannah’s, and yet here I am, pulling a jailbreak less than twenty-four hours since my arrest.

“Okay,” I say, returning Aiden’s wicked grin.

It’s crazy how my whole world was crumbling just a few minutes ago. But with just a few words from Aiden, suddenly, everything is fine again. Life is good again.