Confusion followed Layla for the rest of the day after meeting Logan on the sidewalk. He’d looked good. Smelled good. She’d wanted to blurt that she’d made some plans to get out to California, but something had held her back. She wasn’t sure what.
She liked that he was jealous. Liked that he still thought of her as his. His near-slip at calling her his girlfriend also angered her. Thus, the confusion. Her oscillating emotions only testified to her that she hadn’t forgiven him.
Why can’t I forgive him?
Why can’t I forgive him?She pushed open the door and entered the exam room. “Hey, Cocoa Puff.” The small Jack Russell terrier growled and then yapped at her, straining against his leash. “How’s he doing today?”
Thankfully, Layla’s personal life hadn’t affected her work at the clinic. She
