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“Where are Beam and Storm?”
Darby pointed toward the stairs.
I didn’t go to find them.
Walking by the room Beam was using, I could hear them speaking but I didn’t stop to interrupt.
The truth was I knew I had to talk to Storm, I had to say something to him to clear the air or I’d lose him.
Closing the door behind me, I realized how badly it hurt at the thought of Storm no longer being in my life.
And why should it?
I was almost forty—in two years, I’d be forty.
Storm was barely thirty—as a matter of fact, he turned thirty weeks before I left Thailand to find Darby.
Why did I feel as if he was the sun orbiting my earth?
Sighing, I stripped down and showered, washing my hair and shaving my legs. I then dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank, trying to alleviate the heat in my body.
I then sat in the center of my bed, listening to the phone ring, waiting for Zoom to pick up.
“Hey, it’s my favourite Aussie.” Zoom beamed, rubbing her stomach.
She was about three months along, but Kaos was already hovering—especially since the doctor told her the pregnancy was putting a strain on Zoom’s body. The doctor also told them she should probably refrain from most activities.
“He won’t even touch me.” Zoom pouted as we delved into conversation.
“And he’s right.” I told her. “You have to be careful. We both know when that man gets his hands on you, he loses control.”
Zoom giggled. “Yeah…but I have to go through six more months of this. It’s just—”
“I can’t say I understand what you’re going through.” I shrugged. “But hang in there.”
“Thanks.” She stared at me through the camera. “Okay—what’s wrong?”
“Storm isn’t really talking to me.”
“Um—just silent?”
I shook my head. “He talks, but barely. He can’t stand Darby, didn’t even shake his hand. I’ve never heard him speak to anyone the way he spoke to Darby, and I don’t know what’s going on.”
“Really?” Zoom arched a brow. “Are you that blind that you don’t see what’s happening?”
Kaos entered then with a glass of something with ice-cubes in it. He blew me a kiss, kissed Zoom’s forehead and told her he was heading out for groceries.
I giggled and waved at him.
“Stay out of trouble.” He told Zoom around another kiss.
“I promise nothing.” She teased.
When he was gone, she sipped her drink, set the glass on the side table and peered at me.
“Seriously?” She asked. “You don’t know why he’s angry?”
“Why don’t you tell me? I’m getting a headache.”