"We probably don't have a right to ask any more of you, but my father would like a word."
Caleb curls an eyebrow at the older version of his girl. He had offered to drop off Layla's aunt at their family home. He was going to let his men drop her, but the worried look in Layla's eyes prompted him to take up the responsibility. Despite what had happened, Caleb was sure he read her clearly after her tears eased up. She may not have embraced her newfound family yet, but those eyes betrayed her. After all she had heard from her aunt, she was worried for her aunt's safety.
"Please?"
"I don't think that's such a good idea." He has or had every intention to see the man at the helm of Jones Industries. If all else had failed to get Layla, her grandfather was going to be his wildcard. But since t
