Love Slave for Two: Reckoning [Love Slave for Two 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tymber Dalton Page B

Road, is still under several feet of storm surge, including areas…”
    Tom felt his jaw gape. “Holy crap,” he whispered. “That’s just…unbefuckinglievable.”
    Kelly looked resigned as she sipped her coffee. “Well, as John said, at least we were used to moving. Over the years I got to where if I had to, I could have us packed in little more than a five-by-eight trailer.”
    Tyler appeared in the hallway and yawned. “There you are.” He walked over to the couch and sat next to Tom. “How bad?”
    “Bad. We’ll be one of the lucky ones.”
    Tyler listened with them for a few more minutes. “Bloody hell,” he said as the newscaster listed more damage. “That’s bloody unbelievable.”
    The wind began to noticeably die down from its previous fury before noon. It was still breezy and gusty, but without the howling undertone they’d uncomfortably grown accustomed to. During a break in the rain, Tom risked unlocking and opening the front door.
    “Well, it’s safe to go out. I think.”
    Everyone walked out behind him. Tom-Tom, dragging Eddie on the leash, found the closest bush and lifted his leg with unmistakable relief. The poor dog, despite having newspaper on the guest bathroom floor, had held his bladder for over twelve hours.
    Tree limbs and palm fronds littered the neighborhood. Tom immediately began walking around the house, trying to see the roof. There were patches of shingles missing, but fewer than he’d feared. Around them, houses had various degrees of damage from just missing shingles, all the way to one older house where the roof had been stripped all the way down to the bare plywood decking.
    Part of their back fence had fallen under the force of the wind, and their neighbor’s tree had demolished another part of it, but other than that, they’d escaped major damage.
    The cars, however, were a different story. His truck and Tyler’s car, both parked closest to the garage, were relatively unscathed except for some minor dents and dings on the roofs and sides. The passenger window of John’s truck had been struck by debris. A spiderweb of cracks had spread through the tempered glass, but the window remained in place.
    “Must have happened on the back side of the storm,” John mused. “Otherwise, the whole window would have blown in if it’d been like that through the worst of it.” Kelly’s car had several larger dents on the exposed driver’s side, but all the glass was intact.
    “Probably,” Tom agreed.
    Pete and Eddie’s windshield had been blown in by what looked like a piece of roofing tile from the neighbor’s house. Jacob’s and Kyle’s cars both had glass and cosmetic damage. All the cars were plastered with leaves and grass blown by the wind.
    Next door, the hood of their neighbor’s car had been crushed by a palm tree.
    “Glad that’s not our palm,” Tyler mumbled to Tom.
    He nodded. “Yeah, aren’t you glad I stopped you from planting any along the driveway?”
    “You’re brilliant, love.”
    “When do you want to get up on the roof to take a look?” John asked Tom.
    “Not until the wind dies down.” Another spate of rain started, sending everyone back to the house. “And not until that stuff quits, either.”
    Tom tried turning on the cable, but it was still out. That didn’t surprise him, considering the levels of damage being reported by the news, but he’d hoped it might be on.
    “Well, what do we do now?” Tyler asked.
    Tom realized everyone stared at him. When did I become the leader? “There’s not much we can do right now. Pete and Eddie can’t go home until we know their power’s back on. And their car’s a mess anyway. John and Kelly can’t even try going home until possibly tomorrow at the earliest. Kyle and Jacob don’t need to leave, and they probably don’t have power anyway. I say we stay put and break out the cards again.”
    Nobody argued with him.
     
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    The weather in Savannah deteriorated Saturday morning and