Page 36 of Chasing Storm
“What is your plan?”
“To introduce Franco to my fist, that’s what.”
“You can’t do that. Storm won’t appreciate it.”
“How do you know? Maybe she is having a shit time and wants someone to help her?”
I glance over at her. “Yeah, nope on the shit time,” I point out as she smiles and places her hand lightly on his arm.
He beams at her.
It’s sickening. And we are standing here watching it like cock-nuggets. “Think!” I snap. Violence isn’t the answer, but neither is going over there and trying to lure her away.
I watch as Josh marches over to them and groan, but I inch closer, wondering what the fuck he is going to say. It’s too late now; he’s already saying it loudly and in a tone that says he is extremely upset and worried.
“He’s a fucking genius,” I murmur.
“Storm!” he cries. “What about our kiss the other night? I’ve thought of nothing else since then. I thought it meant something; I thought we were together.” He stops to glare at Franco in disgust.
Franco raises an eyebrow and steps back. I didn’t figure he would be the one to fight for a shag when he probably has someone else lined up as a backup.
“What?” Storm asks, confused, giving Josh a filthy glare. “What are you talking about? It was one brief kiss. It meant nothing. What are you doing?”
“Nothing?” Josh asks, his wounded expression almost breaking my heart. “How can you say that?”
“Uhm,” Storm says, glancing around and noticing everyone watching her. Her cheeks turn an adorable pink, and she lowers her eyes. “What is this?” she mumbles.
“I think you two have some issues to sort out,” Franco interrupts. “I’ll see you later, Storm.” He slips off into the throng of people, to her dismay.
It fires up those engines that I know are simmering under the surface. “You dick,” she hisses and throws her drink in Josh’s face.
I wince, but make a note to tell him I’m pleased he took one for the team.
“How dare you?” she grits out, places her empty glass on a table, and shoves her way past him and several people, including us, to burst out of the door, her dress swishing behind her.
“That was…” I start, but Josh gives me a scathing glare while he runs his hand through his soaking-wet hair.
“Necessary,” he growls and follows Storm out of the bar.
We are quick to catch up.
“Go away!” Storm bellows as he catches up with her. “You had no right to do that. I’m not your girlfriend. You don’t get to be jealous.”
“We don’t,” I say, drawing to a stop beside them. “But we are. We are jealous fools of any man who gets to spend time with you that isn’t us. You have bewitched us, Storm Rivers. We are going to prove to you that we are three men you can rely on and need in your life.”
“What?” she asks, desperately looking around. “All of you? What is this, some kind of sick joke? Why? You don’t even know me!”
“Then let us get to know you, Storm, and yes, all three of us.”
We lock gazes, the tension searing the air between us.
“Let us know you, and have you know us back. We want you, Storm, and we are willing to do whatever it takes to make you see that we aren’t the arseholes you think we are.”
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“You’re all fucking crazy!” I exclaim, pulling my gaze away from JP’s piercing blue eyes.
