She frowned. Those were the same words he had spoken to her ten years earlier when she had made that pass at
him. She knew he’d been as right then as he was now, but, dammit, it really annoyed her that he was still using her
father as an excuse to keep her at arm’s length. A part of her knew it was ludicrous for her to be upset, especially
when she should probably be grateful, considering his
“wham, bam, thank you, ma’am” reputation.
His Don Juan exploits were legendary. Even so, a part of her hated his refusal to acknowledge she was not a child any longer. She was a full-grown woman and it was up to her to decide whom she was interested in and whom she wanted a relationship with. After all, pretty soon she would be a woman with the responsibility of raising a child alone.
“So, what about dinner, Jayla?”
Time seemed to stop as Jayla considered her options. On the one hand, having dinner with him was a really bad idea. She sure didn’t need someone like Storm in her life,
especially with her plans with the fertility clinic and her future as a single mom a definite go. That’s what the rational part of her brain was trying to get through to her. On the other
hand, there was that irrational part, the one that resented
him for being all knowing and too damn caring. That part of her head said that one little dinner would do no harm. She knew she should leave well enough alone, but part of her
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