If time could stand still, Layne was its witness. Between the expression on Dylan’s face and the quiet room, everything seemed frozen. Except for his heart. It pounded so loud he thought his eardrums would burst.
The damn guilty beats of a tell-tale heart.
He repeated Dylan’s words in his mind, dissecting each one for an ulterior meaning. Then the battle with his conscience began. When Heaven entered his thoughts, he cursed himself. Guilt had a way of smacking someone around when they least expected it. His guilt packed a punch.
Any second, Dylan would ask questions Layne couldn’t answer—wouldn’t answer. Not if he valued their friendship.
Instead of speaking, his friend grabbed a towel from behind the bar, wiping up the wasted liquor. His silence didn’t relieve Layne’s mind. In fact, t
