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We discussed business and after about half an hour, I was walking out the gates again to lead Beam and Storm back.
We let them in on the plan and soon we were on our way home again.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
Storm
I still didn’t like Arturo.
He was looking a little too closely at Taz, staring at her ass when she walked by him, brushing a little too close to her. While I kept telling myself that my woman was gorgeous and men were going to look, I just didn’t like the idea of it.
“You okay, brother?” Lizard asked, close to me.
I’d walked from the war room—as Arturo called it—to take a breather before I exploded and said something I would probably regret.
“I’m not sure.” I admitted.
Lizard rested his elbows to the rail and the two of us fell into silence.
“You know.” Lizard spoke up after a few minutes. “I may not know Taz for all that long, but I’m pretty sure she only has eyes for you. If our Brazilian billionaire tried anything she’d shank him for breathing.”
I laughed and bowed my head for a moment.
“Am I that transparent?” I asked, glancing over at him before looking out over the water.
“Nah.” Lizard chuckled. “You’re a man in love with a woman. You look at every man who gets a little close through the side-eyes.”
“Side eyes?”
Lizard tapped my shoulder and I looked at him to find his head was turned away, but he was still looking at me through the corners of his eyes.
I laughed.
“I really have to remember that phrase.” I admitted. “I like it.”
Lizard chuckled.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” I continued, “I’m usually better than this. My woman is not my pet—and I don’t own her. She can do what she wants as long as she’s true to me. But with Taz, I feel this overwhelming jealousy when a man even thinks of looking at her.”
“That’s because your feelings for her are stronger than you’ve had before.” Lizard pointed out. “This is the woman you want to pick you—and while your relationship is in a precarious position right now, you don’t want another potential mate stepping into her view. And let’s face it, Arturo Fernanda is a candidate for that.”
I frowned.
“Are you trying to cheer me up?” I asked.
“Is it working?”
“No.” I shook my head. “You suck at this.”
Lizard sighed, turned his back against the railing but kept his brown stare on my face.
“It’s a hard truth, my man.” He told me. “But still a truth. You have to trust your woman that she wants you, that what she feels for you is real and no other man—no matter how buff and rich he might be—will turn her head.”
“What if you’re starting to think he would be better for her?”
“Then you’re an idiot.” Lizard offered. “A word of friendly advice?”
I nodded. “Of course.”