Chapter 12
Dylan locked eyes with Layne the moment he stepped out of the bedroom. It was tempting to cuss him for the interruption, so tempting that he clamped his teeth on his tongue. He sensed Heaven focusing on their connection, waiting to see if he’d behave.
He closed the door behind him, giving her the privacy she needed to change for bed. If not for Layne, she wouldn’t be switching clothes. She’d be in his arms, wearing nothing but her skin.
His friend had a knack for showing up at the wrong time, ruining many intimate moments between him and Heaven. Like the weekend they’d spent at Jerry’s beach house, the morning Heaven lay under him, on the brink of making love. The instances grew worse in Jamaica. It was as if Layne had some internal alarm that went berserk whenever Dylan touc
