A mocking smile touched her lips. "Mr. Weston, why are you grabbing me? What if Mrs. Weston sees us and gets the wrong idea?"
Gavin's chest tightened.
He sighed helplessly and reached to pull Layla into his arms, but she planted both hands firmly against his chest.
"Mind your manners, Mr. Weston. You may not care about your reputation, but I do!"
Every pointed "Mr. Weston" was meant to get under his skin. It hurt, but Gavin knew he was the one at fault this time.
He rubbed his temples. "I didn't lie to him on purpose. Mr. Sinclair misunderstood my relationship with Sabrina."
Layla could hardly believe his shamelessness. Even now, he was pushing the blame onto someone else.
'Were you both mute?'
Layla looked up at him with a smile.
'How much more could this man change?'
Gavin swal
