It was well after midnight when Jayla entered Storm’s
home. The evening had been perfect and a lot of money
had been raised for Kids’ World, which meant that plenty of terminally ill children’s dreams would be coming true. It
wasn’t hard to guess that the calendars would sell like
hotcakes. Over one hundred thousand calendars had been sold, and an order had already been placed for that many more.
And it hadn’t come as a surprise to anyone that the single women had gone wild over the twelve men who had posed for the calendar, especially Mr. July, Thorn Westmoreland. However, any women who might have given thought to the possibility that she had a chance with Mr. July, married or not, discovered just how wrong they were when, after
receiving the plaque that had been presented to all twelve men, Thorn crossed the room and kissed his wife,
proclaiming to all that Tara Westmoreland was all the
woman he wanted and needed.
And, Jayla thought as she inwardly smiled, Storm had
made a number of declarations himself tonight. That single woman who’d vowed that she would get at least one time
with Storm had been brazen enough to approach him while he and Jayla had stood together talking. Storm had
smoothly introduced Jayla to the woman as his fiancée. The woman had congratulated them and walked off, thoroughly
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