Weathering Jack Storm (Silver Strings G Series) Read Free

that, until she found time to redecorate to her and ‘Jacks’ mutual liking, maybe this could suffice.
    From her corner vision, she noticed Jack eying the cream-colored set, and couldn’t help but wonder if his mother had been perceptive enough to realize that a change from the bedding that other women had been in would be welcome. Cramming the stuff back into the bag, Marissa snatched up the drink, gulping it down.
    When she next looked over, Jack was asleep, and she wondered if he were faking it since she heard none of the slight snores that normally accompanied his exhausted sleep. If she had not felt so keyed up, she would have napped.
    The previous night had only a few sleeping hours in it. After the parents had departed, and she and Jack had gotten dirty in the tub, they had then stayed up still a couple of more hours still playing.
    The rumble of turbulence on the underbelly of the plane effectively ripped away her erotic memories, and she let her gaze glide around the interior of the cabin.
    Was this her new life then? Private planes? Famous names?
    The new found security of not mentally allotting every penny of her paycheck to some bill or necessity before it even hit the bank was somehow counterweighed by an insecurity she did not understand. A feeling that was so foreign that a couple of times both yesterday and today she had verged on what must be a panic attack.
    Forcing long slow breaths, she closed her eyes to the lavish surroundings and her hotter than sin fiance while struggling to stave off the next attack.

     

CHAPTER 2
    TRISTAN LAUGHED AS IF he were already on a Disneyland ride as the plane quickly dropped in altitude. With a slight jar, the wheels noisily connected with pavement then rapidly roared to a coast before steering off the main runway and to the awaiting hanger.
    Through the cabin speaker, their pilot announced the arrival, and in the cabin, the seat belt lamp blinked off.
    Seeing that Tristan was safely in Jack’s arms, she grabbed up the personal things brought on the plane. Jack picked up his own bag. As he patiently stepped aside waiting on her to go ahead to the door, she indicated the large shopping bags from his mother. “Do you want me to–?”
    With a shake of his head, he explained, “Whatever we leave will get brought to the car.”
    The mentioned car was a high-end black SUV idling on the tarmac with its hatchback yawning open. Their luggage was being loaded. True to Jack’s word, after a clasp of Jack’s hand in greeting, the driver sprinted up the plane steps and returned with the shopping bags. The hoodie Tristan had insisted on wearing, only to discard midway through the trip, was also in the young man’s hands.
    Tristan found it funny when the guy tossed it into the backseat and ‘accidentally’ over his head.
    Introductions came next. She shook hands with the guy who was introduced as Jack’s assistant, Dax. Closer up, he appeared to be in his young twenties. Moving away, he loaded the shopping bags with the luggage and swung the hatch closed.
    Dax climbed into the driver’s seat. Jack fumbled at the passenger door before sheepishly catching his error. Politely holding the rear door open for her, he then climbed in behind her.
    “Where to?” Dax inquired as he navigated out of the large airport.
    “Chris,” Jack answered while leaning an ear down to hear Tristan who was softly and shyly speaking.
    “Is this Cally Fornya?” Although he was asking Jack, Tristan’s eyes strayed to her for confirmation of Jack’s affirmation.
    Tristan was gleeful with the answer, and automatically she looked to Jack to share the moment. But, after smiling down at Tristan a moment, Jack looked away to the sunset drenched city beyond the window.
    Dax shot friendly grins in the rearview as he inquired about the flight. Then, the conversation bouncing between Jack and Dax revolved around names and places she did not know.
    A quarter of an hour later, the car slowed in front of a