Soft light filtered through the curtains when Layla woke.For a second, she forgot where she was.
Then she saw the unfamiliar ceiling.
Yesterday.
He had prepared this yesterday.
Her pulse steadied slowly.She sat up, brushing her fingers through her hair, listening. There was no shouting or slamming doors as it usually is,,in her home.
Layla slipped out of bed and changed into something simple—leggings and an oversized sweater.
When she opened the bedroom door and stepped into the hallway, the house felt different in daylight.
She followed the scent of coffee downstairs.
Then at the halfway down the staircase—
A low, guttural growl stopped her cold.
Layla froze.
At the bottom of the stairs, standing in the middle of the living room, was the largest dog she had ever seen.
It was
