who was showing off and jumping over my van the other day. What the hell were you doing?” He put a finger to her lips. “Not out here. The wind has ears.” He threaded his fingers through hers. She snuggled against him and inhaled his masculine scent. When she gripped his arm, her gift weighed on her more than it had before. They went inside and she was still clutching Landon’s keys. They walked into the kitchen. She put the keys down and leaned against the counter. Wyatt stood across the room. The separation put a sense of tension in the air. Gazing at him, from across the room, she bit her lip it was so hard to believe someone as handsome as Wyatt was interested in her. The slope of his nose, the chiseled chin, it all made her mouth water.
She cleared her throat.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“No. I’m good. Thanks. God, this is awkward. I assume Landon told you about yesterday.” She stared at the floor and couldn’t meet his gaze. Her cheeks burned. The 79
betrayal she felt was creeping up on her. Tears lined her eyes. She sniffled when Wyatt lifted her chin so she could look into his eyes.
“Please don’t blame yourself for anything. There’s a reason for what’s happened between the three of us. I’ll admit the idea of you with another man, especially my partner, made me furious, but then we talked about it.” She was confused. She could see the hurt in his eyes, but he wasn’t blaming her.
Wyatt gave every appearance of having accepted what had happened with Landon.
“What did you talk about? What’s going on?”
He ran his finger down her cheek hearing the static charge between them. There was a mischievous gleam in his eye. “We need you to put your trust in us?”
“It all depends on what’s going on.”
“Wyatt, stop charming her and let’s sit her down and explain what’s going on,” Landon said from the hallway.
The hair rose on her arms when he entered the room. Her bones ached more and her ears began to ring. Landon was dressed in tight jeans but no shirt. Looking at the scars on his torso made her wonder exactly what had happened to him. Whatever punishment he received, for saving her life, it didn’t seem fair to leave him scarred like that. He should have been rewarded as a hero. The torment he had suffered opened her heart. Wyatt retreated and pulled open the fridge. Landon smiled and placed his hand on her cheek. A zing went through her. His lips met hers in a sweet kiss before pulling away. Having them so close together made it hard for her to breathe, let alone concentrate. Wyatt gripped his water bottle and his mouth was set in a hard line, but he didn’t say anything once Landon pulled away. Her cheeks burned and she felt very much put on the spot.
“So what’s the big secret? Who are you guys really?” Wyatt threw Landon a bottle and then handed one to her. “Why don’t we go into the living room? It’s more comfortable.” Landon gestured down the hall. They all followed into a spacious living room with a stone fireplace that reminded her of the old time hearths where people did all their cooking. A large leather sofa sat before the 80
fireplace. A cord of wood rested next to the grate waiting to be burned. The room smelled of old leather. There’s the poker table set up in the corner with cards, she remembered seeing it the other night. She sat on the sofa and sank back into it. Wyatt sat on the arm and Landon on the seat next to her. They both kept their distance which was good because it was hard for her to focus around the two of them.
“Okay so you guys talked and now you’re going to play a hand of poker to see who wins me?”
Both men chuckled.
“No poker games. You asked us what we are. By telling you this, we’re going against the oath we took never to reveal our true natures. We are Storm Riders. We always ride in pairs. Each pair is assigned to a territory. Different riders for different storms. Some—”
She cleared her throat.
“Do you want something to drink?”
“No. I’m good. Thanks. God, this is awkward. I assume Landon told you about yesterday.” She stared at the floor and couldn’t meet his gaze. Her cheeks burned. The 79
betrayal she felt was creeping up on her. Tears lined her eyes. She sniffled when Wyatt lifted her chin so she could look into his eyes.
“Please don’t blame yourself for anything. There’s a reason for what’s happened between the three of us. I’ll admit the idea of you with another man, especially my partner, made me furious, but then we talked about it.” She was confused. She could see the hurt in his eyes, but he wasn’t blaming her.
Wyatt gave every appearance of having accepted what had happened with Landon.
“What did you talk about? What’s going on?”
He ran his finger down her cheek hearing the static charge between them. There was a mischievous gleam in his eye. “We need you to put your trust in us?”
“It all depends on what’s going on.”
“Wyatt, stop charming her and let’s sit her down and explain what’s going on,” Landon said from the hallway.
The hair rose on her arms when he entered the room. Her bones ached more and her ears began to ring. Landon was dressed in tight jeans but no shirt. Looking at the scars on his torso made her wonder exactly what had happened to him. Whatever punishment he received, for saving her life, it didn’t seem fair to leave him scarred like that. He should have been rewarded as a hero. The torment he had suffered opened her heart. Wyatt retreated and pulled open the fridge. Landon smiled and placed his hand on her cheek. A zing went through her. His lips met hers in a sweet kiss before pulling away. Having them so close together made it hard for her to breathe, let alone concentrate. Wyatt gripped his water bottle and his mouth was set in a hard line, but he didn’t say anything once Landon pulled away. Her cheeks burned and she felt very much put on the spot.
“So what’s the big secret? Who are you guys really?” Wyatt threw Landon a bottle and then handed one to her. “Why don’t we go into the living room? It’s more comfortable.” Landon gestured down the hall. They all followed into a spacious living room with a stone fireplace that reminded her of the old time hearths where people did all their cooking. A large leather sofa sat before the 80
fireplace. A cord of wood rested next to the grate waiting to be burned. The room smelled of old leather. There’s the poker table set up in the corner with cards, she remembered seeing it the other night. She sat on the sofa and sank back into it. Wyatt sat on the arm and Landon on the seat next to her. They both kept their distance which was good because it was hard for her to focus around the two of them.
“Okay so you guys talked and now you’re going to play a hand of poker to see who wins me?”
Both men chuckled.
“No poker games. You asked us what we are. By telling you this, we’re going against the oath we took never to reveal our true natures. We are Storm Riders. We always ride in pairs. Each pair is assigned to a territory. Different riders for different storms. Some—”
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