“Y’all ready?” my aunt shouts. “Line up and good luck!”
I sneak a glance at Storm and think that I need all the luck that I can get.
13
Cathy shoots me a dirty look as she gets paired off with a werewolf who’s shorter than she is. I make a point to wink at her as she walks by to grab a mallet and ball.
“Did you stay in Castleview last night?” I ask Storm as he picks a blue striped mallet.
I’ve still got the mallet in my hand from when Devlin helped me. I just need to retrieve my ball.
“I’ve rented a house, so yes, I’m staying here,” Storm tells me.
“Rented a home?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know how long I’ll be staying.” He gives me a look that practically has hearts in his eyes. “And I still have a company to run, so I thought a house would be best.”
“Are you inventing while you’re here?”
He smiles shyly, revealing a dimple in his left cheek. It’s adorable.Soadorable. “I’m always inventing because inspiration comes at the strangest times. I’m afraid it’s been very hard on my previous relationships.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Don’t be.” He gives me a thousand-watt smile. “It’s what led me here.” He scans the rack of mallets and frowns. “Where’s your ball?”
“Oh. I left it on the grass. I was practicing earlier.”
He grins. “Trying to get a head start?”
“No, trying to be good at magical spell ball. I’m not all that great.”
He leans over conspiratorially. “Good thing you’re with me, then. I’m a champion at this game. But then again, I’m great at everything I do.”
Such confidence! It’s a turn-on. My panties are practically soaked even though they aren’t. “I’m glad we’re paired together, then.”
“Let me get your ball.” He opens his hand, and the ball lifts from the ground and flies into his open palm. He hands it to me. “There you go. Now. Let’s line up. I’m ready to win.”
Okay, so Storm Grayson has magic, so he’s definitely got wizard blood and a lot of it. I’ll have to tell Chelsea, because I know she’s dying to know what he is.
As I follow him across the lawn, I find myself absently scanning the garden. Not for anyone in particular. Nope. But when my gaze happens to land on Devlin, my eyes stop moving.
He’s been matched up with a little redhead who’s cute as a button. I don’t know her, but I recognize her from last night’s ball. She’s smiling up at Devlin like he holds the whole damn world in his hands, and he’s smiling at her, too.
Smiling.
What a pig. He’s “helping me” with my game one minute and then hitting on some cute little redhead the next.
Whatever. It’s not my problem. I don’t care.
“Are you ready,” Storm asks, sidling up, “to wipe the floor with the competition?”
I drag my gaze from Devlin and grit my teeth. “I sure am.”
Storm was not exaggeratingwhen he said that he’s great at spell ball. He’s amazing, actually. It only takes a few swings and we’re in the lead. Like, by miles.
Cathy keeps shooting flaming arrows of death from her eyes at me, that’s how I know that I’m winning at more than just the game.
And Storm is nice, too. He really is. You wouldn’t think that a billionaire would be nice given that most of them seem to want to run our planet the way that they see fit. But he’s not like that.
