Rock You Like a Hurricane: Stormy Weather, Book 1 by Lena Matthews and Liz Andrews

go.”
    “Exactly.” Jack nodded in full agreement. “He’s a likeable guy. I have to hate him. I don’t want to, but it’s a done deal.”
    “Precisely.” Greg nodded.
    “That doesn’t make any sense. Can you honestly say if there had been a different guy, someone not Greg, that you, Jack, would have liked him more?”
    “Not sure I would have liked him more, but I don’t think he would have been as threatening.”
    Liv quickly swung her gaze to Greg and frowned. “You threatened him.”
    Annoyance flickered across his face. “No. Don’t be ridiculous.”
    “That’s not what I mean, honey.” It did amuse Jack to no end though that she was going to jump to his defense. “What I mean by threaten, is I feel like I could lose you to him. He’s not just a fuck to you.”
    “Neither are you.”
    “We know. Which is why you’re going to have to pick,” Greg said in a firm, no-nonsense tone.
    “And it would be nice if you did it sooner rather than later.”
    “You guys picked a hell of a time to spring this on me. I’m already stressed out because of the storm. I don’t need to worry about this too.”
    “What’s there to worry about? Just pick,” Jack said. “Whoever you don’t choose will take it like a man and leave.”
    “I promise you,” she said through clenched teeth, “if you guys try to make me pick, neither will like who I choose.”
    Her cold words took Jack back. “Neither of us?” Was she seeing someone else he didn’t know about? “What does that even mean?”
    “It means it seems as if I only have three options here. Behind door number one,” she pointed at Greg, “is my sophisticated, charming, sexy-as-hell lover. Behind door number two is,” she pointed at Jack, “my funny, sweet, irresistible lover. Then there’s door number three.”
    “Who’s behind door number three?” She better say no one, Jack thought, or there was going to be hell to pay.
    “I am. And if the two of you leave me no other choice, then I’m going to pick me.”
    What the hell ? “Is that allowed?” It didn’t seem fair at all to Jack.
    “My house, my rules. And right now, I want to be alone.”
    “You want us to leave?” Greg questioned.
    “The bedroom. Not the house. I might be mad but I’m still a big-ass chicken. I simply want some space and a little time to think.”
    Jack didn’t like the idea of leaving her alone at all. Time to think was probably the last thing she needed. It would just give her more opportunity to find reasons she shouldn’t date either of them. And while he could get on board with her breaking up with Greg, Jack knew his heart would shatter if she didn’t want to see him any longer. Nevertheless, he knew her well enough to realize she was serious and not going to budge on this.
    “Fine. We’ll give you some space, but not much.” Jack stood and made his way to the foot of the bed. He leaned over and pulled out a propane lantern from his bag and the other deck of cards. After lighting it, he stuffed the cards in his pocket then grabbed a few beers for the road. “But I warn you now, and I think I can even speak for the professor on this one, if you truly believe either one of us will walk out of the relationship as easily as you’re suggesting, you’re dead-ass wrong.” Jack looked over at Greg, who was wearing a frown as fierce as the one Jack knew was spread across his own face. “Am I right?”
    “Too bloody right you are.” Greg pulled Liv into his arms and kissed her roughly before releasing her and allowing her to sink back onto the bed. “Take your twenty minutes and use it well.”
    “Twenty minutes,” she gasped. “I’ll take longer than that if I want.”
    “Take your twenty minutes,” Greg said again, “and work through your anger, but know as soon as your time is up, we’ll be back in here to work on what you have behind door number three.”
    Jack couldn’t have said it better if he tried. “I promise you this, Liv. If you