CHAPTER SIX
Ruger was asleep by the time Layla got out of the shower. So much for him being there to protect her. Anyone could’ve walked in and delivered her to her very own Psycho shower scene because her protector was snoring as loud as a tractor—giving any prospective murderer all the audio cover needed to commit his crime.
Instead of waking him up and pointing that out, Layla changed into his tee-shirt, turned off the TV, and curled up in her own bed. Ruger might not be a Doberman when it came to ensuring her safety, but at least she knew he was there. As irritating as his snoring was at first, when she relaxed, the reminder of company in this predicament was soothing enough to help her drift off to sleep.
On the flip side, Ruger was out of bed, washed, and ready to leave, long befo
