CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
The battering on the back door was alarming, but with it being broad daylight outside, it was unlikely her early morning visitor was sinister. Ashcroft’s men didn’t announce themselves either, so she was sure opening the door wouldn’t lead to her murder.
Tying her robe tighter, Layla got to the door, opened it, and came up short when Drew was standing there filling the frame.
“Uh… Drew, hi.”
Ruger was busy in her shower, washing off their morning in bed, and could possibly come out of her shower buck n***d. That wouldn’t leave much chance of easing her brother into accepting their relationship.
“Hi?” he asked. “That’s all you have to say?”
“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” she said, stepping aside when he came marching in.
“Do you know how easy it was to find you?” he as
