Page 10 of Perfect Storm

“Nope,” I say with a grin and head out.

“He’s sent us all the same thing, well, me and Arch, maybe he hasn’t sent you one.”

“Like mailed it?” I hit the button for the elevator.

“Yeah.”

I laugh. Jordan lives opposite Adam and Jenna. A fact which pisses Adam off. He took the spare key back off Jordan when he and Jen got married, because the asshole kept letting himself in. We’d heard enough stories of them getting up and finding him helping himself to their food.

“I’ll have one,” I say. “He loves me the most.”

“Yeah, well, you can get hold of him and find out what the hell it’s about cos he’s not answering our calls. Jenna tried Alessa too, but she’s not answering.”

The elevator arrives and I get on, pressing the ground floor button instead of the basement. The concierge could send up the mail, but I’m going past, so might as well grab it.

“Speaking of Alessa, have you seen the news this morning?”

“How can you change the subject when I’m telling you he’s pulling one of his hairbrained stunts?”

“Riley has gone to the press offering a tell-all on Red Alert.”

“Shit, really?”

“It’s gonna be a live TV interview. I’m sure their team will be all over it.”

“That’s fucked up. Nash’ll hit the roof, especially if it affects Tia.”

I nod. He’s protective of his girlfriend. We’ve met a number of times. I like her, and Elsa and Jenna became fast friends with her. Alessa gave her a hard time at first. Even though she’s abrupt, hard and very set in her ways, Alessa is one of my best friends, we hit it off well before she let Jordan near her.

The elevator opens into the main lobby, and I go to the small office and ask for my mail, assuring them I’m not angry that it’s late, just know there is something I need to grab.

“Anyway, Jordan,” Adam says into my ear. He’s stayed on the phone the whole time I’ve been talking.

I take my mail and see the gold envelope addressed to us. “Got it, hah,” I tell him.

“Prick. Read it and call me back.”

I peel open the envelope after putting my swim stuff down and pull out a card. It’s black and plain on the front. I turn it over and look at the writing. I can tell it’s Alessa’s, it’s all hard lines and slanted to the right, she’s left-handed. I read it over and laugh. I head back to the elevator to tell Elsa.

She’ll fucking love this.

Chapter 4

Dylan

The car pulls up at the airport and I climb out, grabbing my overnight bag from the driver. I glance back inside the car at Ocean. She’s asleep in the back seat. I lean back in and gently shake her shoulder. She wakes with a snort, making me grin.

“We there?” she lifts her sunglasses and looks around.

I stare at her, still blown away by how gorgeous she is. Even tired as hell after a long night at the hospital. I was loath to do this to her, but the card from Alessa was very precise in its orders.

That was what they were, orders. I’m used to how abrupt my band mate can be, having known her for years. It is to do with her heritage rather than her demeanor.

Alessa isn’t always intentionally mean, nor does she want to make people feel like she doesn’t like them. Unless she does dislike them, then it’s real. She’s never lost that harsh tone.

I debated for a while over whether to wake Ocean and bring her along. When I did, she hopped up straight away and got a shower, too intrigued not to come.

No one has got hold of Alessa, her phone is switched off. No one else knows what’s going on either, the others got the same card, or invite, with no clue what to make of it.

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