CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“I think you should do it,” Layla said.
Ruger had retrieved her from Colt’s office, and they were in the car on the way back to her salon, her apartment, her bed.
He had been quiet and hadn’t filled her in on the men’s discussion. That didn’t matter because Lyssa had clued her in. The process of sharing in the family was divided down gender lines.
The Warner men talked to each other, brooded, and then when it came time to make a decision, they consulted their women. The women did their best to keep the wheels turning and used their feminine alliance to ensure decisions were made with full and accurate details, rather than the perhaps biased view of their partners.
“You said you couldn’t be with a guy who managed a strip joint.”
Ruger understood the way it was too
