was
no
doubt
in
her
mind
that
Storm
Westmoreland
could
handle
anything.
And
he
did.
They
finished
off
the
strawberry
cheesecake
in
no
time.
Storm
checked
his
watch
after
he
signed
the
check
for
their
bill.
“It’s
still
early.
How
would
you
like
to
go
dancing?”
His
words
echoed
through
Jayla’s
mind.
She
knew
the
smart
thing
to
do
would
be
to
tell
him,
no,
but
for
some
reason,
she
didn’t
want
to
think
smart.
She
didn’t
want
to
think
at
all.
She
was
in
the
company
of
a
very
handsome
man
and
she
was
in
no
hurry
for
them
to
part
ways.
She
met
his
gaze.
“I’d
love
going
dancing
with
you,
Storm.”
The
club
that
had
come
highly
recommend
from
one
of
the
waiters
at
K-Paul’s
was
dark,
rather
small,
and
crowded.
Storm
and
Jayla
were
lucky
to
find
an
empty
table
inside
Café
Basil,
which
had
a
reputation
of
being
the
undisputed
king
of
nightlife
in
the
French
Quarter.
Storm
doubted
that
another
couple
could
fit
on
the
dance
floor.
Already,
the
place
was
jam-packed,
but
he
was
determined
that
they
would
squeeze
in
somehow.
There
was
no
way
he
would
leave
this
place
tonight
without
molding
Jayla’s
body
to
his
and
holding
her
in
his
arms.
He
glanced
across
the
table
at
her,
barely
able
to
make
out
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