Page 45 of Knotting Hill
Two furious alphas glare at me, but I know I’m right.
And so do they.
Gloria has given me a wealth of information to be cracking on with, I just don’t seem to be able to get anywhere near her to try. And it’s not like I’mkeepingit from JP and Russ, but this is stuff that is tailor-made for me by her mother, who knows me. She doesn’t know them.
Inspiration then hits me. “You need to meet her parents. It’s the only way.”
“How so?” JP asks, ignoring my previous statement in favour of the one he prefers.
I sigh and come clean as well. “I saw Gloria the other day in the coffee shop. We chatted about stuff. Storm mostly.”
“And?”
“And her mum likes me. She told me a few things to try.”
“Like the song?” Russell asks.
“Yeah, it’s her favourite song. She is a big fan of Madonna's earlier works.”
“Does she like 80s music in general?” JP asks curiously.
“Yeah.”
“Mixed tape!” he bellows, leaping off the bed.
“Way ahead of you…” I lean over to the bedside table and drag the old cassette out of the drawer. I had to ransack myparent’s attic for this and something to mix it and play it on. Luckily my mum doesn’t chuck stuff out lightly.
“You were going to do this without us?” Russell asks, getting annoyed.
“No, I was going to tell you when it was ready. I don’t need you hounding me night and day. It’s not easy to get this shit together, you know.”
“This is good!” JP says, clearly not bothered about my secret gift. “This is really, really good.”
“Yeah, I know, so please don’t fuck it up. Keep your ex-girlfriends and dads away from her until we can stand outside her window and play this for her.”
“Yes, done and done,” JP says, punching Russell on the arm to agree. “This is going to be so good. But I have a better idea than playing it outside her window….”
Russell and I sit back and listen to JP’s idea, which, I have to admit, is pretty fucking fantastic. It can take everything else we know and have planned and roll it all into one, and she will be swept off her feet, no doubt.
We’ve got this.
Twenty-Eight
Storm
I’m dithering.
I don’t know what to do about the situation with Sadie. Do I confront Angela and demand to know what’s going on, or do I leave it and see what happens?
I glare at the practice from a hundred feet away but then jump when a car slides up to the curb next to me. The window slides down silently to reveal David Robb.
“Everything okay, Storm?” he asks, his jovial face slightly concerned.
I always thought he was nice, but now I’m wondering if he’s the same as Angela: a snake.
“Uhm, yep,” I mutter.
“You sure?”
