Chapter 13
Wyatt gasped, the sound thick with utter disbelief. "You're joking," he choked out.
Even the mental whisper of Layla's name made Rylee's blood boil, an inferno of anger that could be physically felt, suffocating everyone in the room. Recognizing the extreme, almost dangerous, trigger this had caused, Wyatt swiftly ordered everyone out of his office for their own safety.
Once the door clicked shut on the last retreating figure, Wyatt turned to Rylee, desperately trying to anchor her amidst the storm. He spoke in low, measured tones until the blinding edge of her fury receded enough for her to speak. Then, Rylee finally named the woman, a name so repulsive it even made Wyatt recoil, a sharp, involuntary gag of pure disgust escaping him.
"Why the hell would I joke about that b*
