CHAPTER TWENTY
Layla could’ve leaped to her feet and demanded the brothers hear her, but she didn’t. Remaining on the couch in Colt’s office, where Ruger had left her, she watched him go, then made eye contact with Blaser.
“Your brother’s a difficult guy to read,” she said.
“You think?” Blaser asked, sauntering to the fridge in the corner. “I’d say he’s pretty straightforward.”
“No offense, but from what I understand, none of you knew what Ruger did for a living until very recently. He’s obviously good at keeping secrets.”
“I’ll give you that,” Blaser said, opening two beer bottles, then coming over to join her on the couch. “But I think it’s obvious how he feels about you. No chance of him keeping that secret.”
“Oh really? Then could you clue me in?” she asked, taking the proffered
