CHAPTER NINETEEN
Risqué was in full swing by the time he arrived seeking Layla who Colt had confirmed was there. Cranky, tired and frustrated by traffic holding him up, all he wanted to do was get his girl, and get the hell out again without answering too many questions.
The guys on the door didn’t acknowledge him. They were dealing with a g**g of idiots shouting about a bachelor party. Some of them were already too drunk to stand on their own two feet. More delays. He passed the throng of men and headed for the family corner.
Before he could get there, however, he spied Layla standing at the center of the bar with three men laughing at whatever she’d said. Smiling, she took her drink from the bar and tongued her straw into her mouth. The action had the men transfixed; he knew exactly w
