Page 31 of Chasing Storm
Thatcher gives me a curious look. “You should be careful around him. He asks out all the hot women.”
“Like you don’t. And what’s it to you anyway?”
He hesitates. “Just a friendly warning.”
“Coming from you?” I scoff. “I feel this is more like a competition.”
“Do you want it to be?” he asks, coming closer, so his presence swarms me like bees in a hive. He drops his tone to one that is husky and sexy. “I have a feeling he would lose.”
I splutter. “Says you. Leave me alone. I can take care of myself.”
Spinning quickly, I hurry along as fast as my full cardboard cup of coffee will allow.
“Storm, wait.”
I ignore him, but I can hear him behind me.
“Storm.”
“Go away. I don’t need your warnings or your advice.”
“Be careful,” he says woefully. I know he’s stopped chasing me as his voice is coming from further away.
I falter and blink, coming back to reality from the hot sexy kiss in the rain, that hasn’t happened and probably never will. Thatcher has no right to tell me what to do, which makes me want to do it just to spite him. But spite him, why? Why would he care?
I shake my head, shoving all men out of my head in case I start thinking about Joshy’s kiss again. It’s time for work, and everything else can wait, especially my love life. My work life is more than enough to handle right now with all the shit going on with Dr Angela and her increasingly shady ways.
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“Excuse me?” I blurt out, marching around the counter and grabbing Thatcher’s elbow to drag him further away from the nosey customers.
He came racing in here a few seconds ago, red in the face and spitting feathers.
He hisses. “You heard me.”
“I heard you say that Storm is going on a date with the guy from the coffee shop.”
Thatch growls.
“Wow, okay.” It hits me in the gut. I guess the kiss meant more to me than it did to her. Although, in all fairness, she has no idea what we feel for her and was taken completely by surprise by my lips on hers. It didn’t stop her from kissing me back, though.
But this stings.
Belatedly, I figure a conversation is in order. Preferablybeforeshe goes on a date with coffee-shop dude.
I narrow my eyes. “Are you sure that’s what you heard?”
“I saw it with my own eyes, all the flirting. He’s a shark, and I told her so.”
“You spoke to her? What did you say?” This isn’t good. He would’ve reacted like a jealous prick and probably pushed her even further away from us.
“I told her he was after all the hot women, and she should be careful.”
I groan and rub my hand over my face. “You fucking wanker.”
“What? I wasn’t going to let her swan off with him.”
