Jayla
sipped
her
drink
and
half
listened
to
the
musicians
who
were
performing
a
very
jazzy
tune.
Of
course
she
had
recognized
Storm’s
concern
as
a
protective
gesture
but
still,
she
couldn’t
resist
ribbing
him
about
being
jealous.
He
was
so
easy
to
tease.
Charming,
gorgeous
and
sexy
as
sin.
But
what
she’d
told
him
had
been
the
truth.
She
had
basically
written
men
off.
That’s
why
she
had
decided
to
use
the
fertility
clinic
instead
of
a
live
donor.
She
had
made
up
in
her
mind
that
marriage
wasn’t
for
her.
She
enjoyed
her
independence
too
much
to
have
to
answer
to
anyone,
and
men
had
a
way
looking
at
their
wives
as
possessions
instead
of
partners,
a
lover
for
life,
his
other
half
and
his
soul
mate.
Her
time
and
concentration
would
be
focused
on
having
her
baby
and
raising
it.
Then
later,
if
she
did
meet
someone
who
met
her
qualifications,
he
would
have
to
take
the
total
package—her
and
her
child.
She
glanced
over
at
Storm
and
saw
his
full
attention
was
focused
on
the
musicians.
There
was
a
dark
scowl
on
his
face
and
she
wondered
if
he
was
still
thinking
about
her
and
the
Internet
man.
Running
into
him
in
New
Orleans
was
definitely
an
unexpected
treat.
She
decided
to
enjoy
the
opportunity
while
it
lasted.
So
far,
their
day
together
had
been
so
much
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