A knock sounded on the front door.
Heaven tossed her cell phone back onto the cushion in frustration. Delia’s phone kept going to voicemail, but she didn’t have time to worry about it.
The person knocked again.
A second later, the doorbell rang.
She hurried across the foyer, sliding part of the way once her socks connected with the hardwood floor. Whoever stood outside had no patience. Two back-to-back knocks. Now the doorbell?
Warm eyes greeted her when the door opened, as did a wave of heat. She should have known it would be Layne. His vibrant pulses became more familiar each time he came around.
“Hey, Heaven. Sorry to drop in like this. Is Dylan here?”
Didn’t he always drop in? This was his best friend’s house. She didn’t want things to change between him and Dylan because of her
