Sunshine broke through the trees above Layne, casting gilded rays on the back deck. He plopped down in the corner chair, stretching his legs in front of him until the rays warmed his toes. He should have gone to bed like Dylan suggested two hours ago, but it was his first chance at solitude. He needed to decompress.
As he rubbed the tension in his shoulder, he tried not to focus on the last day and a half. Wasn’t it enough that he’d agreed to stay here? Why did everything else continue to torment him? Maybe because he was around the only two women who’d caused a reaction in him, two opposite reactions. For one, it was an intense amount of hate. For the other, it was…
No. He wouldn’t say it. Dylan was putting forth an effort to trust him. He respected that, which meant he had to focus on
