CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“You bought this place?” Ruger asked, turning in a slow circle to examine the living room of her apartment.
“I didn’t buy it,” Layla said. “I’m renting. But if it works out, Ted says I can buy it.”
“Works out?” Ruger asked, coming to a stop when he faced her again. “With the business?”
“What else?” she asked, leaving her perch against the windowsill. He wanted to know if she meant with him, he had to, because she had considered the possibility herself. If they broke up and she lived so close to his mother, it would be inevitable that their paths could cross.
“I’m happy that you’re planning to stick around, even after this business with Ashcroft is through.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” she said, a prickle of anxiety made her wince. “It’s not unlike me to pick up and s
