If looks could kill, Heaven would be dead. The murderous glare Nate gave her said as much. Why he hated her remained a mystery. It had to be more than his fear of her taking Dylan’s money. It was something deeper. But what? She’d met him once. He hadn’t given her a chance before he decided that she wasn’t fit for his son. Now he wanted to hurt her.
At least that’s what Layne seemed to think. Why else would he block Nate’s path each time he attempted to approach her? His energy level grew more defensive than it had been when Dylan walked up on them earlier.
She hated people fighting her battles for her. Perhaps she should ask Nate why he disliked her so much.
When she met his stern gaze, the tightness in her chest spread upward, like someone was choking her. She couldn’t breathe, and Nat
