He looked at her and smiled. “It was good seeing you
again, Jayla, and if you ever need anything don’t hesitate to call me.”
If he really believed she would call him, then he didn’t know her at all, Jayla quickly thought. Her father may have thought of Storm as a son, but she’d never considered him a
brother. In her mind, he had been the guy who could make her all hot and bothered; the guy who was the perfect
figment of a teenage girl’s imagination. He had been real, bigger than life and for two solid years before leaving
Atlanta to attend college, he had been the one person who had consumed all of her thoughts.
When she returned home four years ago, she had still found him totally irresistible, but it didn’t take long to realize that he still wouldn’t give her the time of day.
“And it was good seeing you again, too, Storm. Just in
case we don’t run into each other again while we’re here, I hope you have a safe trip back to Atlanta,” she said, hoping she sounded a lot more excited than she actually felt.
“And I ditto that for you,” he said. He surprised her when he grasped her fingers and held them firmly. She’d shivered
for a second before she could stop herself. His touch had
been like a shock. She couldn’t help noticing how strong his hand was, and his gaze was deep and intent.
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