After everything was signed, she tugged out her checkbook and leaned on the counter with the intention of writing, but Colt’s hand caught the pen before it reached the paper.
“What?” Layla asked, peering at him from her bent position. “What’s the problem?”
“You can’t write a check, Layla.”
Her ties to the Warner family made her a promising prospect for Ted. One thing they hadn’t told him about was the hitmen on her tail.
“I can,” she said and straightened up. “If I don’t, I’ll lose out on this opportunity.”
Lyssa searched in her purse and produced a checkbook which she handed to Colt. “We’ll take care of it,” she said.
Colt plucked Layla’s pen from her hand and began to fill out a check.
“I can’t ask you to do that,” Layla said, watching Colt as he wrote.
“You can pay us back when
