Weathering Jack Storm (Silver Strings G Series) Read Free Page A

large iron gate. Dax punched something into his phone, and the gate swung open. When the car came to a stop, Jack popped the door and stepped out.
    With a ruffle of Tristan’s hair and a glance at her, he announced, “Be right back,” and loped to a side entrance of the home.
    Slightly annoyed at being left confused, she watched Dax transfer their personal belongings into a sleek sports car parked to the side of the drive.
    “Is this Jack’s house?” As he spoke, Tristan crawled over her lap to look at the large brick structure. When she didn’t immediately answer, he prodded, “Is it mom?” Tristan possibly confused her situational agitation for anger at his shortened use of her name, and he hastily corrected, “Momma.”
    “I don’t know sweetie.” Her fingers forked through his hair smoothing the strands Jack left sticking up.
    Feeling restless, she stepped from the car to better take in her surroundings.
    Dax was close enough to hear Tristan’s inquiry, and as he grabbed the last of the luggage from the SUV, he spoke through the vehicle from the backside. “This is Chris Platt’s house.” When she stared blankly, he slowed en route to the car. “Guitarist for Jackal.”
    Feeling like an idiot for not knowing the members of the band, she shook her head as if to clear it. “Of course.” Inserting a fake giggle, she lied, “Jet lag I guess.”
    Dax slammed the trunk of the sleek car, and it was then she noticed the personalized plate above its bumper.
    J-A-C-K-A-L
    Confirmation, of the vehicle belonging to Jack, came only a minute later. Jack emerged from the house along with his bandmate, who was, if possible, just as hot as Jack.
    Stopping short, Chris played at being stunned stupid by her appearance causing a flattered flush to creep up her neck. The guitarist’s greeting was an enigma. “Now I see why he didn’t want me to come out and meet you!”
    Marissa sent a brief questioning glance Jack’s way, but he was leaning into the car, and she quickly turned what she knew would be hungry eyes away from his backside.
    The day of watching him load and unload was taking its toll on her libido. She was ready to bang his bones. Yet, because of some weird vibe in the air, she was also highly annoyed with him.
    Chris began to move forward again, then lightly rested his hands on her shoulders. “Welcome to LA! We are all happy to have you!” Leaning forward, he kissed her cheeks before she could even catch her breath or wonder why Jack had discouraged the evening’s introductions with his bandmate and friend. “You ever need tips on handling this crazy shit here,” with a flourish, he indicated Jack, “I’m your guy.”
    “Damn Platt,” Jack grumbled while straitening. “Get back in your cage dude...”
    “Oh you would like that wouldn’t you?” Chris was now fist bumping with Dax. “Fine, man. Take her home. Hide her away.”
    Jack shot her an unreadable look as he passed taking the few steps to the SUV and Tristan. “Ready, buddy?”
    “Holy fuck! Is this–!” Chris, stunned stupid again, this time by Tristan.
    “Language...” Jack warned his friend.
    “I mean holy smokes. Little dude! You look just like–” Here Chris broke off seemingly embarrassed and nervously looked from Jack to Marissa.
    “His daddy?” she prompted, for some reason at ease with Chris.
    “Yeah.” Chris bumped fists with Tristan, and his attention was still on the little boy’s face as he spoke off to the side, “Didn’t know if he—you know, knew.”
    Jack shook his head and shared a look with Dax as if to silently say, ‘See why I didn’t want him out here?’ Aloud, he inquired of Dax, “So, you going back to the house, or what’s up?”
    “I got things going if you don’t need me.”
    “Sure. Hey, thanks for giving us a ride.” Jack plucked Tristan from the SUV, carrying him and his crutch to the car although it was only a few steps, and she admired his perceptiveness when it came to his son.