CHAPTER ELEVEN
Layla was the last one to make it to the dinner table. As soon as she stepped into the dining room, it was obvious something was wrong. Prudence was talking everyone through her process of cooking the meal, something she liked to do. Pru and her husband seemed unaware of the tension humming around the brothers and their girlfriends, at least they were pretending to be.
Ruger was the only one to meet her eye when she came in. Lyssa was busy trying to maintain the conversation with Pru, making all the right noises about how wonderful the food was. Colt was fixated on Blaser who was whispering to Bri.
If she had been nervous, that anxiety would’ve vanished when no one noticed her arrival. Pru welcomed her in. Ruger rose to pull out her chair, but the rest of the table was pr
