Chase
laughed.
“And
I
have
a
feeling
that
you’re
going
to
regret
the
day
you
didn’t
figure
it
out
for
yourself.”
Jayla
slipped
off
her
pumps
as
soon
as
she
walked
into
the
house
and
closed
the
door
behind
her.
She
let
out
a
deep
breath.
Lunch
with
Tara
Westmoreland
had
gone
well
and
they
had
finalized
a
lot
of
items
for
the
charity
benefit.
But
what
stood
out
in
her
mind
more
than
anything
was
seeing
Storm
again.
More
than
once
she
had
glanced
his
way.
The
heat
in
his
eyes
had
ignited
a
slow,
sensual
burn
within
her.
Across
the
distance
of
the
room,
he
had
silently
yet
expertly
aroused
her,
almost
making
concentration
on
her
discussion
with
Tara
impossible.
And
when
he
had
placed
their
meals
on
the
table,
her
eyes
had
been
drawn
to
his
hands
and
it
didn’t
take
much
to
remember
how
skilled
his
fingers
were,
and
how
those
fingers
had
known
just
the
right
places
on
her
body
to
touch
to
drive
her
crazy.
It
was
only
when
he
had
left
the
restaurant,
shortly
after
serving
their
lunch,
that
her
mind
had
become
functional.
Only
then
had
she
been
able
to
zero
in
on
the
business
that
she
and
Tara
had
needed
to
accomplish.
On
her
drive
back
to
the
office,
she
had
to
remind
herself
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