Layla’s POV
An hour before Jax left, I was trying to get some air, and maybe smooth things with Jax, when Tyler found me. He had that same old smirk on his face, the one that used to be charming and now just felt like a mask.
“Well, look at you. All serious and in charge,” he said, leaning against a post. “Queen of the canyon. It suits you. Makes you look even prettier.”
I sighed, not in the mood. “Tyler, I’m really not in the mood for your jokes right now.”
“Who’s joking?” he said, pushing off the post and taking a step closer. “I’m giving you a compliment. You’re glowing. Must be all that presidential attention.”
“Just drop it, okay?” I turned to walk away, but he followed.
“Why do you keep pushing me away, Layla? After everything we had?”
I spun on him. “We had nothing, Tyler! W
