Layla’s POV
I couldn't stop thinking about Colt.
His number was in my phone. I saved it that night. I told myself I wouldn't call. But I thought about it all the time.
A week passed. Jax was busy with club things. He was gone a lot. The bar was good. Chloe was a big help.
But at night, when I was alone, I thought about Colt's smile. His eyes. The way he looked at me.
One night, I was in my room. Jax was out. The house was quiet.
I picked up my phone. I looked at Colt's number.
My heart beat fast.
I pressed call.
It rang two times.
"Hello?" His voice. Smooth. Warm.
"Hi," I said. My voice was small. "It's Layla."
"Layla." He said my name slow. Like it was sweet. "I'm glad you called."
We talked. Just small talk at first. The weather. The bar.
But then he made me laugh. He told
