If hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, what about a scorned man? Layne swore death would be in that phrase. Dylan’s set jaw said as much. If Layne allowed him to go out that door, his best friend would go to jail. It would destroy Heaven, so Nate would win in the long run.
But Heaven would still be alive. Layne would watch over her—keep her safe until Dylan… What was he thinking? He would never put them through that.
“We can protect her,” he told Dylan. “I swear I will do everything I can to help. If we agree to go on another tour, do you think he’d back off?”
He knew the answer, but he had to defuse the bomb ticking inside Dylan. The more his friend eyed the door behind him, the more Layne heard the timer counting down.
“Touring won’t help. He wants Heaven out of the picture for g
