that Dad had the right approach in raising me, or no telling how I might have turned out.”
She inhaled in a deep breath, then added, “I believe all those times I thought I was looking for Mr. Right I failed miserably because it wasn’t time to find my Mr. Right. It wasn’t time until I saw you again in New Orleans.”
Storm lowered his mouth to hers and the kiss he gave her was filled with so much intensity and passion, Jayla couldn’t help the groan that purred from her throat. Nor could she
ignore the sudden rush of heat that threatened to consume her entire body as Storm continued to claim her mouth,
staking a possession all the way to the darkest recesses of her soul. She kissed him back, putting into the kiss all the love and feeling that he did, claiming his mouth as well and staking her possession.
He pulled back, stood and pulled her into his arms. “Will
you marry me, Jayla Cole? Will you love me for better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do us part?”
Tears gathered in Jayla’s eyes. “Yes! Oh, yes! I love you.”
Storm grinned. “And I love you, too.” His gazed locked with hers and smiled. “Tell me again what you see.”
She smiled up at him, knowing it was time to tell him her other news. “I see my Mr. Right…and,” she whispered
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