Page 75 of Chasing Storm
Your bonking buddy?
You know another Steve?
Congrats, babes. I’m thrilled for u.
Am I meant to be thrilled for u?
I tap my finger on the screen as I look at the gorgeous men currently curled up in my bed with me.
Yes.
Fuck! Yeah! Get it, girl!
I’ll catch up with you 2morrow. Gotta calk my dad.
Calk.
FFS. CALL
Three laughing emojis follow that from Cass.
That autocorrect bitch needs a fucking name.
I don’t even hesitate.
Sadie.
Ded. Officially Ded.
I laugh out loud and lean over Thatcher to climb off the bed. “I need to make a quick call. I’ll be right back.”
They don’t question me as I head to the kitchen, which I appreciate. I’m not sure Franco wants me to blab about his request to anyone.
I dial my dad and wait.
He answers in two rings. “Storm. Everything okay?”
“You been taking lessons from Mum?”
He chuckles. “I’ll take that as yes.”
“Yes. But I need to speak to you. Not about me. Are you free in the morning?”
“Early. Can you be at the practice by 7AM?”
“I will be there.”
“So glad you’re working with us, Stormy.”
“I’m grateful, but it’s temporary.”
“Doesn’t have to be. We won’t interfere.”
“I’ll see.” That seems to be my go-to answer for getting out of replying to things lately. But I know that my ‘I’ll see’ to my guys is me being coy. I want them. I want what they’re offering me. And when the time is right, I will marry them. I know it in my heart.
“Humph.”
“See you in the morning, Dad.”
