was no doubt in her mind that Storm Westmoreland could handle anything. And he did. They finished off the
strawberry cheesecake in no time.
Storm checked his watch after he signed the check for their bill. “It’s still early. How would you like to go dancing?”
His words echoed through Jayla’s mind. She knew the smart thing to do would be to tell him, no, but for some
reason, she didn’t want to think smart. She didn’t want to think at all. She was in the company of a very handsome man and she was in no hurry for them to part ways.
She met his gaze. “I’d love going dancing with you, Storm.”
The club that had come highly recommend from one of the waiters at K-Paul’s was dark, rather small, and crowded. Storm and Jayla were lucky to find an empty table inside Café Basil, which had a reputation of being the undisputed king of nightlife in the French Quarter.
Storm doubted that another couple could fit on the dance floor. Already, the place was jam-packed, but he was
determined that they would squeeze in somehow. There was no way he would leave this place tonight without
molding Jayla’s body to his and holding her in his arms.
He glanced across the table at her, barely able to make out
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