CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The last thing he’d wanted to do that morning was rush Layla out of the hotel. Their night together had been more intense than he’d expected. Instead of sating him, it whetted his appetite for more.
Typical that her brother should be the one to put a stick in the spokes of their intimacy. Leaving her alone at the breakfast table to take the call was supposed to give him his chance to tell Jansen about what he felt for Layla, honesty upfront. Except, he couldn’t be honest about feelings he didn’t have words for yet. He could be honest about their actions, in implicit terms. He should’ve been.
But as soon as he answered the phone, Drew was talking. All thoughts of honesty vanished in the gravity of what he’d been told. The details had been hurried, and he’d returned to the
