"That can't be," she said. "Well, it is," he said with sympathy in his voice. "I'm afraid that you're not going to make it back to New Orleans tonight. That road you came in on is now flooded and they're not going to let traffic through there tonight." "But where can I stay?" she asked him wildly. Marcus blinked. "As you can see, though, I've got plenty of space here. I'd be pleased to have you as my guest." Lola frowned. "I really don't want to impose myself on you much longer, Marcus." What? No Plan B? Marcus was surprised to find himself really disappointed. "Okay. But I do think the choice was taken from you by the storm. I also cannot in any possible circumstance let you leave in this weather." He saw Lola grit her teeth. No woman has ever showed aversion to staying with him under one roof for a night. Oh, well, separate rooms, yes, but he was making a point here. He frowned as he wondered if he smelled. LOLA HAD no doubt by now that The Council was behind the sudden change in the weather.
