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

think either of us could ever walk away from you without a fight, be it with each other or with you, you have another think coming. You might be his woman, but you’re my woman too, and I’m not letting you go. No matter what.”
    Without giving her a chance to reply, he turned and walked from the room, with Greg hot on his trail. As soon as they cleared her threshold, Jack pulled the door closed behind him then made himself comfortable on the floor with his back against the door.
    He placed the lantern in front of him, pulled the cards from his pocket and began to shuffle. When they were well mixed he looked up at Greg, who was still staring at the door with a frown. “Twenty minutes in the doghouse is going to seem like an eternity.”
    “Not with these.” Jack waggled the cards in his hand. “Five Card Draw or Texas Hold ’em?”
    “Five Card.” Greg eased down on the floor in front of Jack. “High card deals.”
    “Sounds good.” Jack set the deck down in front of him. “Pick first.”
    Jack waited his turn to do the same, and by the time Greg was passing out his cards, an amusing thought flashed through his head. Yes, he was in the doghouse, but he wasn’t the only one. There was someone else to shoulder the blame and the apology. Maybe there was something to this shared relationship idea after all.

Chapter Three
    This wasn’t the way Greg imagined he’d be spending his evening. Sure, he thought the storm would wage World War Three outside. He figured there would be soft light from either candles or lanterns, and he knew Olivia and he would have to find ways to entertain themselves until the storm ended, possibly even playing a game or two of cards.
    But in no way did he think he would be doing all of that while sitting in the hallway across from his girlfriend’s boyfriend while she pouted just a few feet away from them. Greg had gone on his share of bad dates before, but this hands-down topped the cake.
    Turning his attention back to the cards Jack dealt in front of him, Greg quickly assessed his hand and discarded two cards. Although the storm roared outside, the inside of the house remained silent. Greg worried about Olivia being by herself on the other side of the door. He glanced at his watch and grimaced as he realized only five minutes had passed.
    Jack finally picked three cards and grunted as he looked at his cards. “You know what?”
    “Hmm,” Greg grunted, barely paying attention to the other man. He was more concerned about getting through the next fifteen minutes.
    “We don’t have any chips.”
    Greg flipped over his cards. “No matter. I’ve won unless you can beat a full house.”
    “Nope.” Jack didn’t even bother showing his cards and just tossed them down on the pile. “Another round of pointless poker?”
    Greg shrugged and picked up the deck. Might as well. It wasn’t as if they had anything better to do while slumming in the doghouse. “You do realize I blame you for this?”
    “The feeling, I assure you, is mutual.” Jack took a swig of his beer before setting it back down on the floor. “The only difference, of course, is I know for a fact this is your fault.”
    Greg set the cards down. “The game can wait. I have to hear this.”
    “If you hadn’t left her on the market, she never would have met me.”
    Greg nodded in agreement. When Jack was right, he was right. “On that I can agree, but if you were a true gentleman you never would have pursued a woman already in a relationship, open or not.”
    “The problem is, I don’t consider myself a gentleman. Neither does Liv, which is why our sex life is better than yours. She doesn’t have to be a lady with me in bed. She’s free to be as wild and wanton as she desires. And she loves it.”
    “I’m obviously doing something in bed she enjoys or she would have left me the second you entered the picture,” Greg pointed out proudly. “Don’t assume just because you eat good pussy you’re the better