Page 46 of Clear Shot

“I would like this trade to Alaska.” Felix raises his hand like a kid in school.

Remy arches his brows. “Be careful what you wish for, my friend.”

“I do not like the weather,” he insists with a little shake of his head. Then he mutters something in French that no one understands.

“You’ll be okay,” I tease him. “We’ll protect you.”

“I think you will die too,” he grumbles.

“No one is going to die!” Elias rolls his eyes. “Chill out, dude.”

“You will quickly learn that Felix has zero chill,” Jordan says, chuckling. “Usually we just let him babble until he’s done.”

“I’m nervous too,” Hana admits softly. “But we’re here together, and even if there’s damage, I don’t believe the house will come down around us.”

“I also have a concrete safe room with no windows that can withstand a small bomb. In the very worst-case scenario, we’ll hunker down in there, but I don’t anticipate that happening.”

“Did I know you had a safe room?” Jordan asks curiously.

“No reason for you to know,” Remy responds with a shrug. “But now you do.”

Felix still looks uncomfortable but I feel pretty good, all things considered. Remy would have left with his family if he thought there would be a safety issue. Instead, he’s hunkering down with a group of his players, along with his staff, so he must be confident about the safety of the house.

Not to mention a fucking safe room.

That’s next-level stuff, but he’s next-level rich, so I guess it makes sense.

Hana is chatting away with Flora and they seem to be coming up with a plan for breakfast—I hear the words protein powder and pancakes, and that makes me smile. Leave it to Hana to pitch in.

“Who’s up for poker?” Remy asks. “I have a bazillion dollars in chips, so we won’t use real money. Not during a storm like this—we play for bragging rights.”

“I love poker!” Hana turns with a grin. “I’m not very good but it’s fun.”

“I’m in,” Jordan nods.

“Me too.” I grin back at my wife, who has a mischievous smile on her face. Something tells me she’s better at it than she’s letting on, so I’m both amused and interested in learning something new about her.

Once we’ve cleaned up from dinner, we help Remy carry the chairs and table into the pool house, lock it up tight and then close up his built-in grill.

“I’m going to leave the shutters open for now,” Remy says, staring out at the eerily quiet night. Even the wind has stopped, telling us something a lot more sinister is coming. “Just to watch, see what happens.”

“We’ll help you close up when it’s time,” I say, nodding.

He meets my eye and I can tell he’s worried.

It’s obvious to me that he’s been downplaying the danger—category 5 hurricanes can be deadly—and I suddenly regret not forcing Hana to get on his friend’s jet. Not that I can force her to do anything, but I could have cajoled or laid a guilt trip on her.

She’s inside talking to her brother now, who sounded annoyed that she didn’t get out in time, but that wasn’t anyone’s fault. She got on the plane without thinking about checking the weather—why would she? We haven’t had a hurricane since I’ve lived in Fort Lauderdale, so it wouldn’t have been on my radar either.

“Johan wants to talk to you,” Hana says, approaching me with an eye roll.

“Hey, man.” I take the phone from her and brace myself.

“I’m counting on you to keep her safe,” he says.

“We’re at Remy—er, Mr. Knight’s place. It’s going to be fine. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.”

“You should have made her leave!” he snaps.