Chapter 22
“NATHAN, NO!” he heard Layla yell behind him.
Ten years ago, he had turned tail and run when he encountered a less-naked version of this exact scene, but this time he grabbed Andrew and punched him. He had been afraid of Andrew swooping in to steal Layla away from him before, but now he only knew determination. Layla was his woman, and he’d be damned if he let his brother steal her back twice.
He swung at Andrew again. The second punch also hit its mark, and it sent his brother toppling to the floor.
“Stop it,” Layla said again. Out of the corner of one eye, he could see her putting back on her tank top.
Nathan ignored her, keeping his fists at the ready, while he waited for Andrew to get back on his feet, so he could hit him again. But Layla grabbed one of his punching arm
