He
glanced
at
her.
They
were
sitting
in
the
back
of
a
cab
on
their
way
back
to
the
hotel.
It
was
dark,
but
the
moonlight,
as
well
as
the
bright
lights
from
the
buildings
they
passed,
provided
sufficient
light
for
them
to
see
each
other’s
features
clearly.
But
even
if
he
hadn’t
been
able
to
see
her,
he
would
have
definitely
been
able
to
smell
her.
The
perfume
she
was
wearing
was
a
luscious,
blatantly
sensual
scent
and
it
was
doing
downright
crazy
things
to
his
libido.
“Yeah,
and
I
could
tell
he
liked
you,”
he
responded
huskily.
Almost
a
little
too
much,
he
thought.
He
smiled
when
he
remembered
the
look
on
his
cousin’s
face
the
moment
he
and
Jayla
had
walked
into
the
party.
Ian’s
expression
of
appreciation
was
also
shared
by
most
of
the
other
men
present.
His
heart
had
swelled
with
pride
that
she
was
with
him.
And
he
couldn’t
forget
how
Ian
had
pulled
Jayla
to
him
and
planted
a
kiss
on
her
lips
when
they’d
been
leaving.
He
grinned,
knowing
Ian
had
intended
to
give
him
a
dose
of
his
own
medicine.
Ian
had
wanted
to
get
a
rise
out
of
him,
the
same
way
he
enjoyed
getting
a
rise
out
of
his
brothers
whenever
he
kissed
their
wives.
Now
he
knew
how
it
felt.
“I
can’t
wait
to
get
to
the
hotel
to
get
out
of
these
shoes.
They
are
killing
my
feet.”
Storm
smiled
and
was
glad
that
because
of
the
darkness,
Jayla
couldn’t
see
the
heated
gleam
in
his
eyes.
He
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