Love Slave for Two: Reckoning [Love Slave for Two 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tymber Dalton Read Free Book Online Page A

managed to snuggle tightly against her. Despite how Adam sneakily brought him into their family, in retrospect, she was glad he had. She’d come to love the little dog and wished she hadn’t put off getting one for so long.
    Her sleep wasn’t helped any by the fact that she turned on the TV in her room, the volume set low, and had the Weather Channel playing all night. What precious little sleep she managed had been plagued with nightmares about evacuating from Katrina with Alex, interspersed with waking up to see Edgar’s track inexorably bearing down on Tampa, which had instituted mandatory evacuations of a record-breaking magnitude.
    Unfortunately, people weren’t responding as quickly as emergency management wanted. Too many of them remembered the unnecessary evacuations of 2004, when Charley was supposed to hit Tampa and swerved east at the last minute to veer up Charlotte Harbor to the south.
    Edgar, however, was no Charley. Far larger in size, with hurricane and tropical storm–force winds extending at least three times farther from the eye than with Charley, and moving much slower, this monster destruction machine wouldn’t be making any last-minute course changes to spare the area like the smaller and vastly more nimble Charley. It would also push a massive wall of storm surge water ahead of it into Tampa Bay.
    Nevvie sat up in bed and hugged her knees to her chest, with Harley clinging to her side, as the Weather Channel went live with the 5:00 a.m. update from the National Hurricane Center. From the stunned looks of the staff behind the man at the podium, she knew this was bad.
    When the update ended, the Weather Channel switched back to their newsroom, where they summarized the storm’s latest position and track. Then they switched to live traffic cameras in Tampa.
    Even though not quite daylight yet, miles of headlights inched northward on I-75 in both the north- and southbound lanes.
    The never-before-used contraflow traffic plan had been put into effect.
    “…and emergency management officials are warning all residents who plan to evacuate that if you haven’t completed your preparations in advance of leaving, you need to do so immediately. The weather will continue to deteriorate throughout the day. Officials plan on closing the Sunshine Skyway Bridge at 7:00 p.m. tonight, possibly sooner if sustained winds top thirty-five miles per hour before then. Also, the Courtney Campbell Causeway, Howard Frankland, and Gandy bridges across Tampa Bay will be closed starting…”
    She grabbed her laptop, booted it, and loaded the website for one of the Tampa television stations. They carried a live feed of their newscasts.
    I shouldn’t be doing this. This is stupid. It’s not going to change a damn thing. She didn’t know why she was torturing herself like this. There was nothing she could do but wait and pray with the rest of the world and hope her family remained safe.
    The soft knock on the door startled her. “Come in.”
    Peggy walked in, carrying a mug of coffee. She closed the door behind her. Then she handed the mug to Nevvie and picked up Harley before joining her on the bed.
    “They’ll be okay, sugar,” Peggy softly assured her. “Everyone’ll be just fine.”
    Nevvie leaned against her, enjoying the comforting feel of Peggy’s arm around her shoulders as she stared at the screen and sipped her coffee. “How many storms have you been through?”
    “More than my fair share. We don’t need to worry about flooding here. We’re on high ground. Not to mention, years ago Adam cut back the trees close to the house so we didn’t need to worry about any landing on the roof. I am going to ask Clay and the twins to come here to ride out the storm, though. I doubt there will be any flooding where they are since it’s coming at us over land, but if they lose power, it could be awhile before it gets restored. I’d feel better having them here.” Years earlier, Tom had installed a whole-house