Derek’s POV
“You shouldn't be here, Laila.”
My voice that was laced with irritation tore through my home study as I pushed my cane aside, letting my back fall tiredly on my chair.
“Oh, Derek,” Laila crooned, making her way behind my chair. She allowed her arms to coil around my neck before brushing my chest lightly with her fingers. “Is that the best way to welcome someone you haven't seen for a while now, or don't you miss me?”
Out of all the people I expected to see today, she was the last. And the very fact that she had the audacity to return to Silvercrest without any warning—knowing how much risk that would open us to—made my blood simmer.
“This isn't a good time, and you know it,” I added coldly. “If Fiona learns you’re here, it would raise her suspicion, and if we aren't car
