Storming Whitehorn

Jasmine nodded. “Family.”

“Well, okay.” Reluctantly, she handed Jasmine the card. “The bill’s still going on his account, with or without his signature.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him that. Just as soon as I see him again.”

Anxious to leave, Jasmine scooted her chair back. Her legs felt wobbly as she stood. The sound of her heart pounded so hard in her ears, she could barely hear the voices of the restaurant patrons around her. Gathering her sweater, she hurried for the exit.

Storm was a man who obviously had pressing things weighing on his mind, proof of which was resting in her hand. She hadn’t bought his Casanova routine. Beneath that cool exterior, she sensed there was a man with deep emotions just waiting to be tapped.

It was time she found out if she was right.

Chapter Four

Jasmine’s heels clicked against the concrete floor, echoing in the quiet night, sounding much too loud in the walkway of the dimly lit hotel. Her stomach fluttered with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. Thanks to the help of a former class mate working the front desk, she’d learned the room where Storm was staying. Now she just needed the courage to follow through with her decision to find him.

Shakily she inhaled a calming breath. Never before had she had the nerve to follow a man to his hotel room. Especially not a man as over whelming as Storm Hunter. Defiance, pure and simple, had brought her here. Earlier, before abandoning her at the restaurant, Storm had told her in no uncertain terms that she was a child. And that he was too much man for her to handle. She was determined to prove him wrong.

Only, what if she was the one who was wrong? If sitting next to him in a crowded restaurant had the power to set her pulse racing and her blood warming, goodness only knew what would happen when they were alone. Especially with no one but herself to save her from his obvious charms. A tiny sliver of excitement traveled down her spine, setting second thoughts tumbling around in her confused mind.

Too soon, Room 147 came into sight. Jasmine slowed her pace. She swallowed hard at the lump in her throat as she studied the black numbers on the faded gray door. Gathering her flagging courage, forcing herself to move, she lifted a trembling hand to knock.

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