Chayton's Tempest by Aliyah Burke

Author:Aliyah Burke [Burke, Aliyah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-12-18T16:40:30.661000+00:00

A cashier’s check fell upon her lap. Tempest picked it up

and almost fainted. The amount was more than she ever would

have dreamed of holding in her hand. “Oh, James. I can’t

accept this.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she held it to her

chest.

“Everything okay, Mom?” Dakota asked.

“Fine, just fine.” She sent him a shaky smile to assuage

his fears.

“You don’t look it; are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” Tempest looked at her son. “You and James

seem to be getting along; do you know where he’s staying?”

Dakota shook his head. “I have his number. Let me get it

for you.” Tempest buried the letter and remained seated as

Dakota brought her a slip of paper. “Here you go.”

Her hand shook as she took it. “Thank you.”

Instead of leaving, Dakota sat down beside her. “What

aren’t you telling me, Mom? There’s something bothering you.

I know it so don’t bother denying it.”

“I don’t know, Dakota. I’m just confused,” Tempest

admitted.

“Because of my fa…Maverick showing back up?”

“Yes.” She tipped her head back to lean against the

couch. “For so many years, I was able to hide behind my anger

at the injustice of it all.” Tempest paused. “But if he was telling

the truth about not knowing, then my anger at him is unjust.”

“I don’t know what he is up to, but he really does seem

sincere. And you had every right to be mad, don’t start feeling

guilty about that.” He kissed her on the cheek and stood. “I’m

off; I’ll be back later. I have to go see about my paper in

Principles of Cultural Anthropology.”

“Bye,” she said on a whisper as he left the house. For a

brief moment, Tempest sat there and just looked at the letter

that had found its way back into her hand. She closed her eyes

and ground her back teeth.

Shoving up from the sofa, Tempest grabbed the handset

off the charger and dialed the number on the paper before her.

Her foot tapped out a cadence as she waited for the person on

the other end to pick up.

When the masculine voice answered she snapped, “I

need to see you. Give me the address of your hotel and room

number.”

Thirty minutes later, Tempest stood before a pale-green

hotel door. Her hair was swept up off her neck and piled on

her head to allow for maximum coolness. Reaching out, she

knocked twice swiftly and sharply.

The door swung open and Tempest couldn’t help the

sharp breath she took as the magnificent form of James

Lonetree filled her sight. The man was just too fine for his own

good.

He had on a white, button-down shirt, which was open.

She ogled his bared, hairless, and bronzed marbled chest. A

pair of those sinfully tight black jeans cuddled his lower half

just so perfectly.

The way his hair hung about his face brought out the

depths of his black eyes. And right then, those eyes were

focused on her. “Aho,” he uttered while he swung the door

open wider to allow her entrance.

Tempest shoved past his hard, lean body, determined

not to let him affect her. “If that means, hello, then hello back.”

Reaching the middle of his hotel room, she turned back and

glared at the man who had shut the door behind her and was

leaning nonchalantly against it.

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