Free The Storm (The Storm #4) by Samantha Towle Page A

Denny. All of us—we’re his family.” I push my hand through my hair, and I decide to just go for broke. Like Bob said, patience really isn’t my thing. “Look…” I choose not to look at Bob when I say this, instead just focusing on Tiffany. “Bob and I have spoken, and we both have agreed. If you do, too, then…we want Storm and you to come to live in LA. Bob is moving in with my family and me, and I’ll set you up with whatever you need. You can live out your time there, and it will give Storm time to get to know us, help him settle. Then, when the time comes”— when you’re gone —“Storm will move in with us—my family and me.”
    Her eyes widen, tears glazing them. “How does your wife feel about this?”
    “Trust me, if I didn’t have her backing, I wouldn’t have said these things right now.”
    “You want to take Storm on as your own, have him live with you? Why?”
    I’m surprised she even has to ask. “He’s Jonny’s flesh and blood. That makes him mine—ours.” I flicker a glance at Bob, who gives me a subtle nod of encouragement. “Jonny would have done the same for me, if I weren’t here. He would have taken care of my kid. I want to take care of his.”
    Then, she bursts into tears, and I honestly don’t know what to do.
    I flick a panicked glance at Bob.
    “Here, don’t cry.” He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and hands it to her.
    She dries her face. “I’m sorry.” She sniffles. “I just…thank you.” She meets my eyes and then Bob’s. “I can’t tell you what a relief it is to know that you want to do this for Storm.”
    “And you, too.” Bob pats her hand.
    “But…how will this work? Of course I want to take you up on this offer—for Storm—but Marie…she’s my friend. She’s been my family for so long. I don’t want to leave her.”
    “Don’t worry,” I tell her. “We’ll figure things out with Marie.”
    “And Storm…moving him from everything he knows is going to be hard on him.”
    “Things are already hard on him.” At the wince on her face, I say, “I don’t mean to sound harsh, but we need to be realistic here, and being realistic means, there will be changes, changes that will affect him. But if we implement those changes now ”—I put the emphasis on now because I really don’t want to say, While you are still alive to help him —“it will help to make this transition as easy as it can possibly be for Storm.”
    “That’s all I care about,” Tiffany says, looking me in the eyes, “that Storm is okay.”
    I wrap my arms around my chest. “He will be okay. I don’t have all the fine details worked out. And I don’t know exactly how this will all work, but it will work, Tiffany. Storm will be okay,” I promise.

Tiffany said she would call after she’d spoken with Storm about moving to LA. I didn’t hear from her last night after we’d left her apartment. I assume, if she had talked to him then, it might have been too late to call me.
    Not that I slept great. After calling Tru, followed by a quick call to Stuart, I spent the night tossing and turning.
    A lot was riding on this for me. I didn’t want to let Jonny down by failing Storm in any way.
    And I like to be in control of everything. I haven’t felt a lack of control like this since Tru’s accident, and it’s not a feeling I like to be reminded of.
    My cell starts to ring just as I’m making coffee.
    It’s early. Bob and Dave aren’t up yet. I think Bob needs the sleep. This last week must have been exhausting for him.
    Picking up my cell from the counter, I see Tiffany is calling.
    “Hi,” I answer.
    “Morning,” she says. “I hope I’m not calling too early?”
    “I’ve been up. So…how did it go?”
    “Not as bad as I had expected.”
    Relief seeps from me.
    “I mean, he kicked up a little fuss to start with, but then he got excited about the idea of living in LA. And I might have sold him on it with…well, I said that he could probably