Jack Who? (Silver Strings G Series) by Lisa Gillis

sweet, and the touch of their tongues wildly electrifying.
    Despite the public venue, and their son just on the other side of the door, she took the kiss to the next level, sucking, savoring his tongue with more delectation than the ice cream earlier. His throaty rumble was felt, more than heard. He pressed against her, pushing her backside against the wall, taking his tongue away enough to tease the sweet spots on hers and then swiped it across her lips before giving it back to her to do with whatever she desired –
    “You kids need to take that somewhere else!”
    The female voice was haughty as if they were teens being reprimanded, and maybe the woman thought they were.
    Surprised, Marissa jerked but there was no place to go. Jack was slower to ease up, continuing to press his length against her as he stole a few more seconds of the mind-blowing kiss. Her heart raced at a dizzying speed, and she was glad that he only pulled his lips away and not himself or she would have slid limply down the wall.
    Unanimously, their heads turned to the retreating figure of a large woman wearing Scooby Doo scrubs. Marissa’s giddy giggle couldn’t be stopped, that is until Jack brushed another kiss on her lips, reacquainting their tongues a few more seconds before moving back a step.
    “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he promised. She nodded or voiced some form of agreement, then enjoyed watching him walk away before turning back to the room.
    New custody plan. Marry Jack Storm.

CHAPTER 16
    THE HOUSE WAS quiet. Tristan was down for the night, and Bally, happy to be home and happier that her people were home, lay sleeping at the foot of her youngest master’s bed.
    The television on his dresser was from Jack; it had been delivered a couple of days ago, shortly after Tristan’s discharge from the hospital. As a result, the television in the main room was now off much of the time.
    Jack had called every night while Tristan was in the hospital and always talked to Tristan for several minutes before or after he chatted with her. After coming home, the calls dwindled to every other night, but he sent and she returned at least two dozen texts throughout each day.
    Wandering the house, she picked up toys, doing general straightening to absolve any feelings of guilt at not wanting to do the dishes. Opening the desk drawer, she replaced Tristan’s art box of colored pencils, Crayola’s, and such, and when she pushed it closed the laptop perched on the desktop came to life. This was not unusual.
    Olivia had stopped over to keep an eye on Tristan while Marissa did some grocery shopping. A lot of times, if Olivia forgot her tablet, she would entertain herself with the laptop, stopping in the middle of what she was doing to tend to Tristan or take a call, or whatever.
    Although the screen coming on startled her, it was simply waking from hibernation, and she closed her palm over the mouse with the intent to power it off.
    Before she pointed and clicked, the banner of a popular Hollywood gossip blog blinked, and she smiled at the habits of her friend. Just for the heck of it, she carried the computer to the couch. She sank down, propping her feet comfortably on the table as she clicked through the images reading of the latest celebrity exposes.
    Noticing a search box, she typed in the name that never left her mind. Once the page links came up, she further narrowed the results by images and began to fondly view the face she missed and hoped to see again soon. In their last phone conversation, Jack had mentioned the possibility of flying in for a few days at the end of the week.
    Various links to other blogs continuously beckoned from the edge of the page, and suddenly one caught her eye.
    ‘The Hottest Stories Right Now.’; ‘Jack Storm Caught Creepin At The Sky Bar With Sexy Ex Leanna Miranda Gavin.’
    A quick click brought the story up, and she studied the picture inquisitive of anything to do with Jack, even ex-girlfriends. Why had she not