Storm shrugged and shot his twin a beguiling smile. “I like this place.”
The expression he read on Chase’s face said he knew
better, since he only dropped by to eat and rarely hung
around to socialize. He usually was too busy pursuing
women to visit with his brother for very long. His answering machine had maxed out while he’d been out of town and
his phone hadn’t stopped ringing since he’d been back. But for some reason, he wasn’t interested in returning any of
those women’s calls.
“Well, if you don’t have anything better to do with your time, how about waiting tables?” Chase said, interrupting his
thoughts. “One of my waitresses called in sick and we’re shorthanded.”
Storm glanced at his watch while shaking his head. “Sorry. I like you, Chase, but not that much.” He turned and glanced at the entrance to his brother’s restaurant and wondered if perhaps Tara and Jayla had changed their minds and
decided to go someplace else since it was past lunchtime. No sooner had that possibility crossed his mind, than the
door swung open and the two women entered.
His breath caught at the sight of Jayla. Because he was
sitting at the far end of the counter, he knew she wouldn’t be able to see him but he could definitely see her. She was
dressed differently than she’d been in New Orleans. Today,
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