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an even smaller part of it, new people always garnered interest, but Storm and her son were breathtaking. Neither of them seemed to notice the commotion they were causing. Leaving her son staring raptly at the exotic fish in the lobby’s aquarium, Storm strode up to the front desk and tapped the bell impertinently.
    “Hello, we meet again.” Tyrone said pleasantly, trying to keep his emotions in check.
    She greeted him cheerfully and didn’t seem to notice that the smile and warm welcome he’d given her the day before were missing. “Checking out?” He asked looking at his computer. “Let me be the first to wish you a safe trip home.” Tyrone said finally looking her in the eye.
    Her gaze hardened even as her smile remained fixed in place. “What an interesting greeting. Is that the way you welcome all the guests?”
    He lowered his voice so that only she could hear. “No, it isn’t, but every now and thenwe make an exception when an ill wind blows in something unwanted from the States.”
    “I’m an ill wind?”
    Tyrone didn’t answer.
    Her brow knitted and her generous mouth thinned. “Sorry, I might have missed something but up until yesterday I didn’t think we’d ever met.”
    “No, we’ve never met but I know all about you, lady.” He kept tapping on the keyboard as he spoke.
    She put her elbows on the counter and drew his attention from his task when she leaned forward so her face was close to his. “Since we’re so well acquainted, at least on your side, I think that it’s time we were formally introduced. Jessica Storm at your service, you are . . . ”
    “Ty” Tyrone supplied stiffly not immune to the golden expanse of skin exposed when she leaned over the desk.
    “Ty,” Her voice was soft but firm. “If you don’t like me I would like to know why. It seems you have heard some unfavorablethings about me. You should know; however, that in life there are always two sides to every story.”
    “Maybe,” Tyrone didn’t try to hide his bitterness. “But I’ve heard the only side that mattersto me.”
    “Ah, I see.” She said understanding in her eyes. “I get it now. You must be a friend of Cairo’s? He must have told you all about me.” She said it as if it was a good thing.
    “More than I care to know, lady.”
    “All lies I’m sure?” She smiled and Tyrone could feel the effect of it entering his bloodstream.
    Nonetheless his golden-brown eyes narrowed as a means to convey his feelings on the matter.
    “Did Cairo also tell you that we’re getting back together?” She asked sweetly.
    “Like hell we are!” Cairo said from behind them.
    “Cairo.” She turned around without any hint of surprise. “Don’t tell me you didn’t tell your friend here of our plans.” She said with a straight face.
    “Jessica, stop playing games. Tyrone is my cousin and he knows better than anyone how I feel about you.” If the words drew blood, the wound wasn’t visible for Tyrone to see. Instead, she observed them both from under long sweeping lashes.
    “That was harsh.” She patted Cairo ’ s chest. “When would you like to apologize for spreading lies about me, now or later?”
    Cairo tensed but didn’t move. When he spoke only the huskiness of his voice gave an indication of how he was feeling.
    “Will you be here long enough for apologies, Jessica? Aren’t you leaving now that you know that I’m affiliated with this hotel? If packing has delayed you, please let me offer one of the hotel employees. I’m sure they will help speed the process along.”
    She smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes.
    “Cairo, I thought I’d made myself clear. Shane and I love Jamaica and we’re not going anywhere.” She blew a kiss at the boy from across the room.
    The child leaped into the air and caught the kiss in his fist then smiled broadly.
    If her plan was to cause trouble, it was working. Cairo looked furious. Tyrone waited for the explosion to come and was grateful when Cairo kept