Lyla
My heart sank once the car pulled away from the curb with Rashid safely tucked inside.
I hated that I instantly missed him. It did nothing for me but make this entire process ten times worse than it already had been.
Never did I think for a second that I would be seeing him in such a bizarre fashion and in a convenience store of all places. What were the chances? And why the f**k had he been wandering around in the middle of L.A. without his escort service?
It made me wonder why he'd looked so ragged in the first place. Something had happened, but it didn't seem like he'd been mugged or anything. Actually, I know for a fact he wasn't because he still had his damn black card on him.
That had me rolling my eyes.
Heading away from the window and over to the kitchen, I set my bag
