“We wanted to go see Times Square, but wanted to wait for you,” she says as I kiss her head.
“But we wanted to grab some pizza first,” Thorn interjects.
“Let’s go then,” I say as Caleb with his arm around Piper leads the way.
“They look cute together,” Briar says.
“Yeah, just like us,” I say, chuckling.
“Buttering me up, Storm,” she says, giving me one of her breathtaking smiles.
“Now it’s just Storm?” I raise my eyebrows at her.
“Yep,” she says, grinning at me.
I take her hand and lace our fingers together, taking in her comfort. The next few days will be long and tiring.
Briar
The lights of Times Square are bright and pretty, even in the daylight. We all had fun ice skating and the pizza was yummy. After our time out most of us were tired and King and Aiden have a fight in the morning. He needs sleep.
We both fell asleep right away. I wake up to a sunny morning and go make coffee for everyone. I look at the time and realize that we have to be at Madison Square Garden in less than two hours. I call for breakfast and start knocking on doors.
“Breakfast on the way, time to get up,” I holler.
I pour a cup of coffee and wait for everyone. Kingston comes out of the room in sweats, drying his hair with a towel. He’s shirtless and I have to bite my lip to contain my lust for him. Tristan joins us in just jeans and no shirt. Oh my, wow, holy shit. I’ve never seen him without a shirt, and I have to say that he is just as sexy. He’s going to make a girl really happy someday.
“Put some shirts on, geez,” I grumble. Both men just grin at me, jerks. I mean they actually have the nerve to grin.
“Can’t help it, that I’m a walking God,” Kingston smirks at me.
“You wish. I knocked on everyone’s door and texted the rest of the family, telling them to meet us there,” I say, right as breakfast is delivered.
“Okay. They don’t have to come to this, it’s just a weigh-in. I’m going to go put on jeans and a shirt and grab my bag,” Kingston goes back to the master bedroom.
Soon the others are joining us but we have to eat and run.
Kingston
We pull up to a bunch of reporters and cameras going off, all wanting another statement from me. I smile at everyone and tell them to hold all questions until after the fight.
I pull Briar inside with me. “They are like vultures,” she mumbles.
“Yeah, I should have prepared you for that,” I reply.
“It’s okay,” she says as she shrugs.
We are shown to a dressing room of sorts, so I can change. Briar and the others wait outside. Just as I’m about to exit, my phone rings.
“Lane.”
“You’re really fighting? Didn’t think you had it in you,” he says. I’ve told him I was doing this, don’t know why he’s still questioning it.
“What’s your problem?” I snap at him.
“You’re my problem,” he yells into the phone. “You always take what I want.”
“I didn’t take anything,” I protest.